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SACRED  iA RICS: 

OR 


sialic  mir&tsroe 

PARTICULARLY  ADAPTED 
TO 

REVIVALS   OF   RELIGION 

AND  INTENDED  AS 

A  SUPPLEMENT  TO  WATTS. 


BY  NATHAN  S.  S.  BEMAN, 


11  Praise  thy  God,  O  Zion."— Psalmist. 

TROY. 
I      N.   TUTTLE,  PRIITTER,    225    RIVER-STREET. 

1832, 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  I 
1832,  by  Nathan  S.  S.  Beman,  in  the  Clerk's 
Office  of  the  Court  of  the  Northern  District  of  the 
State  of  New-York. 


PREFACE 


The  object  of  this  publication  is  to 
furnish  a  suitable  Collection  of  Sacred 
Songs  for  the  use  of  Evening  Lectures, 
Inquiry  and  Prayer  Meetings,  and  other 
small  Religious  Circles,  which  are  attend- 
ed witri  so  much  interest  at  the  present 
day.  In  making  this  compilation,  the 
Author  has  had  special  reference  to  those 
seasons  of  God's  mercy  which  are  de- 
nominated Revivals  of  Religion.  If  it  is 
true,  as  has  been  frequently  remarked, 
thatrevivals,both  with  regard  to  their  com- 
mencement and  their  progress,  depend 
much  on  the  character  of  preaching ,  it 
may  be  safely  affirmed,  that  they  are 
not  much  less  affected  by  the  character 


IV  PREFACE. 

of  singing.     In  too  many  instances,  these 
blessed  seasons  have  been  brought  into 
something  like  disrepute,    and  a  bad  re- 
ligious taste  has  been  formed,  and,  per- 
haps, false  hopes  inspired  and  cherished 
by  the  use  of  Hymns  destitute  of  lyric 
character,    and,   at  the  same  time,   er- 
roneous   in    sentiment.      Another  evil 
nearly  allied  to  the  one  just  named,  and 
generally   associated   with  it,  is  the  in- 
troduction of  tunes  into  religious  wor- 
ship whose  associations  are  entirely  sec- 
ular, if  not  profane,  and  whose  tenden- 
cy is  to  inspire  any  other  feelings  rath- 
er than  those  of  devotion.     That  Hymns 
which  have  no  claim  to  lyric  spirit  should 
generally  be  accompanied  by  Music  of 
an  insipid  character,    is  just  what  might 
be  expected,  even  if  experience  and  ob- 
servation had  not  loudly  proclaimed  the 
fact. 

It  is  not  the  wish  of  the  author  to  pass 


PREFACE.  V 

any  censure  on  the  many  compilations  of 
Hymns  now  before  the  Christian  public  ; 
but  it  becomes  his  duty,  in  this  connec- 
tion, to  state  some  of  the  reasons  which 
have  influenced  his  own  mind,  in  adding 
another  book  to  the  long  list  already  in 
existence.  The  least  offensive  mode  in 
which  this  can  be  done,  will  be  to  give 
a  brief  exposition  of  the  leading  princi- 
ples, which  he  has  endeavoured  to  keep 
in  view,  in  making  this  selection.  A 
bare  outline  is  all  that  will  be  given,  at 
present,  reserving  to  another  time  and 
place,  a  more  full  defence  of  the  princi- 
ples themselves. 

1 .  The  Author  has  intended  to  admit 
into  this  selection  those  Hymns  only, 
which  are  composed  on  subjects  of  a 
lyrical  character.  That  lyric  poetry  has  a 
province  peculiar  to  itself — that  it  moves 
in  a  sphere  exclusively  its  own — and  that 
its  subjects  are  limited^  there  can  be  no 


VI  PREFACE. 

room  for  dispute.  This  poetry  is  to  be 
sung — and  when  poetry  and  music  are 
combined,  we  have  in  this  combination, 
a  vehicle  the  most  refined  and  ethereal, 
for  the  expression  of  strong  emotion.  But 
the  subjects  of  emotion  are  comparative- 
ly few ;  and  there  are  hundreds  of  Hymns 
in  the  English  language,  that  can  never 
be  sung  to  any  good  effect,  because  their 
subjects  are  not  within  the  sphere  of  ly- 
ric poetry.  They  can,  from  their  very 
nature,  neither  inspire  emotion,  nor  be- 
come the  vehicle  of  emotion  already  in- 
spired. They  are  rather  sermons  than 
"  spiritual  songs." 

2.  Another  object  has  been  to  present  in 
this  little  volume,  those  hymns  only  which 
possess  some  lyrical  merit  in  their  execution. 
If  the  province  of  lyric  poetry  is  to  in- 
spire and  express  religious  emotion,  then 
no  hymn  can  answer  the  true  purposes  of 
christian  worship,  that  does  not  possess  a 


PREFACE.  Vll 

peculiar  character  of  its  own.  Not  only 
its  subject,  but  its  execution  must  be  lyric 
Its  language  must  be  simple — its  ima- 
ges striking — its  figures  unincumbered — 
its  sentences  short — its  structure  free  from 
all  ambiguity — and  its  stanzas,  and  even 
lines,  express,  as  far  as  possible,  acomplete 
idea.  Heroics,  whether  mock  or  real, 
can  never  be  sung.  The  same  may  be 
said  of  every  thing  which  partakes  of  the 
character  of  bombast.  A  hymn,  wheth- 
er it  respects  God,  ourselves,  or  our  fel- 
lows, should  be  the  effusion  of  a  full 
heart,  and  that  heart  melted  and  dis- 
solved by  just  such  emotions  as  suit  the 
condition  described,  or  the  occasion  for 
which  it  is  intended. 

3.  A  Hymn  ought  to  possess  unity  of 
object.  One  grand  impression  ought  to 
be  aimed  at  in  such  a  composition  ;  and 
likewise  in  its  performance  in  singing. 
It  ought  to  be  remembered  that  Hymns 


Vlll  PREFACE. 

are  divided  into  stanzas,  and  that  each 
of  these  stanzas  are  generally  sung  to  the 
same  tune.  If  some  regard  is  not  had  to 
this  fact  in  their  structure,  the  object  of 
singing,  is,  in  a  great  measure,  lost:  and  the 
moving  and  melting  powers  of  poetry  and 
music  can  never  be  successfully  united. 
Nothing  is  more  common  than  to  find 
embraced  in  the  same  hymn,  all  the 
varieties  of  sentiment  and  emotion  which 
belong  to  the  entire  province  of  lyric  po- 
etry ;  and  it  not  unfrequently  happens 
that  the  same  part  of  the  tune  is  appro- 
priated, in  one  stanza,  to  words  that  de- 
scribe the  triumphs  of  hope,  and  in  anoth- 
er, to  words  that  describe  the  agonies  of 
despair.  This  incongruity  is  rarely,  if 
ever,  witnessed  in  the  composition  and 
performance  of  secular  music  ;  but  it  is 
a  matter  of  ordinary  occurrence,  in  the 
songs  employed  in  the  worship  of  God. 
Indeed,  many  christians  and  even  min- 


PREFACE.  IX 

isters  seem  never  to  have  asked  them- 
selves the  question  whether  it  is  proper 
to  sing  of  holiness  and  sin,  life  and  death, 
Christ  and  Belial,  heaven  and  hell,  in 
the  same  strains !  There  are  but  two 
ways  to  remedy  this  evil, — one  is,  to 
have  all  hymns  of  a  complex  character 
set  to  music  adapted  to  the  differ- 
ent sentiments  and  emotions,  or  to  re- 
duce these  hymns  to  greater  unity  of  de- 
sign. The  former  course  has  been  ta- 
ken, in  a  few  instances,  by  composers 
of  music  ;  the  latter  has  been  adopted 
in  this  compilation. 

4>  Another  object  of  this  little  volume, 
is  to  furnish  hymns,  particularly  for  re- 
vivals of  religion,  which  shall  be  free 
from  unscriptural  sentiments.  It  is  read- 
ily admitted  that  lyric  and  didactic  poet- 
ry are  very  different  things  ;  but  still 
every  sentiment  embodied  in  a  hymn, 
ought  to  be  the  simple  and  unadultera- 


X  PREFACE. 

ted  truth  of  the  Bible.  But  is  this  the 
fact,  in  relation  to  many  of  the  hymns 
embodied  in  the  popular  selections  now 
in  use  ?  Let  any  reader  who  believes 
in  the  doctrine  of  total  depravity,  and 
who  believes  that  the  sinner  continues 
in  his  rebellion  against  God,  till  he  yields 
to  the  terms  of  the  gospel — examine 
those  hymns  which  are  usually  arranged 
under  the  general  head  of  Conviction  ; 
and  then  answer  for  himself.  A  large 
portion  of  those  hymns  represent  the 
sinner,  when  merely  arrested  by  the 
truth,  and  under  the  strivings  of  the  Spir- 
it, and  before  conversion,  as  desiring  to  love 
God,  and  seeking  earnestly  to  find  Jesus 
Christ,  and  bewailing  the  calamities 
rather  than  the  sinfulness  of  his  condition. 
"  Oh  !  that  I  could  at  last  submit ;"  "  0 
that  I  could  repent."  The  legiti- 
mate effect  of  such  sentiments,  especial- 
ly when  enforced  by  the  powers  of  mu- 


PEEFACE.  XI 

sic,  is  to  lead  the  sinner  to  lose  sight 
of  his  guilt,  and  thus  to  destroy  his  con- 
victions. Many  spurious  conversions, 
may,  no  doubt,  be  fairly  traced  to  sing- 
ing of  this  character,  in  times  of  deep 
and  pungent  feeling. 

5.  The  Hymns,  in  this  collection,  are 
presented  in  suitable  length  for  singing. 
Many  of  them  are  very  short.  In  some 
instances,  this  is  the  effect  of  rejecting 
those  stanzas  which  are  destitute  of  lyric 
merit ;  and  in  others,  of  excluding  those 
which  destroy  unity  of  purpose  or  object. 
Some  hymns  are  reduced,  by  the  appli- 
cation of  these  principles,  to  two  and 
many  to  three  stanzas.  But  this  is  no 
evil.  We  often  need  short  hymns  of  a 
striking  character;  and  particularly  for 
prayer  meetings,  and  at  the  close  of 
evening  lectures.  Long  hymns  and 
long  prayers  are  death  to  the  spirit  of  a 
revival.      About  four  stanzas  of  Long 


Xll  PREFACE. 

Metre,  and  from  four  to  six  of  Common 
and  Short  Metres,  may  be  considered  a 
suitable  length  for  a  song  of  praise  in  so- 
cial worship.  In  metres  of  a  brisker 
movement,  the  addition  of  one  or  two 
stanzas  more,  may  not  be  improper.  The 
same  indulgence  may  be  granted  in  fa- 
vour of  hymns  of  a  peculiar  character,  and 
when  used  on  special  occasions.  But  a 
grand  practical  principle  is — singing  must 
be  short,  or  its  effect  will  be  lost. 

6.  The  Author  of  this  collection  has 
determined,  from  the  beginning,  to  have 
it  comprise  but  few  hymns.  One  rea- 
son, is,  a  great  number  is  not  needed, 
especially  for  the  purposes  which  are  in- 
tended to  be  answered  by  this  volume. 
A  good  hymn  does  not  lose  its  power  of 
exciting  interest  by  its  frequent  use.  In- 
deed a  certain  degree  of  familiarity  with 
its  language  and  structure  is  almost  indis- 
pensable in  order  to  insure  its  full  effect 


PREFACE,  Xlll 

in  kindling  the  devotions  of  a  public 
congregation.  The  appeal  may  be  made 
to  facts.  Witness  the  effect  of  singing 
that  Invocation  Hymn  of  Dr.  Watts, 
"  Come  Holy  Spirit,"  &c.  Besides,  a 
large  number  of  good  hymns  cannot  be 
found  in  the  English  language.  Let  any 
man  examine  the  largest  collections  now 
in  use,  and  he  will  return  from  the  search 
under  the  full  conviction  that  not  more 
than  one,  or  two,  or  three  hundred  can 
be  found  that  possess  superior  merit.  The 
fact  is  that  where  books  are  in  use  that 
contain  six  or  eight  hundred  hymns, 
not  more  than  from  one  to  two  hundred 
of  these  are  generally  sung.  The  oth- 
ers from  their  great  length,  their  unlyr- 
ical  subjects,  their  destitution  of  poetic 
spirit,  their  disconnected  stanzas,  or  the 
occurrence  of  harsh  and  unmusical  ex- 
pressions are  never  used  in  social  wor- 
ship.    If  they  are  occasionally  given  out 


XIV  PREFACE. 

by  some  unskilful  leader  of  a  meeting, 
they  are  a  dead  weight  upon  its  devo- 
tions. They  may  be  read  to  some  good 
effect,  but  the  spirit  of  song  is  not  in 
them.  They  might  occupy  an  import- 
ant place  in  a  volume  of  Religious  Po- 
ems, but  in  a  Hymn  Book,  they  answer  no 
other  purpose  than  to  swell  its  size,  aug- 
ment its  price,  and  perplex  the  minis- 
ter who  would  wish  to  give  out  a  hymn 
suited  to  the  occasion,  and  the  entire 
character  of  which  will  tend  to  inspire 
pious  emotions  in  the  congregation.  In 
all  these  respects,  a  great  Hymn  Book 
may  be  pronounced  a  great  evil. 

THE  AUTHOR. 
Troy j  March,   1832. 


SACRED  LYRICS. 

ALARMING. 

1HYMN.     7s,  and  6s. 
The  Alarm. 

1  SINNER,  stop,  0,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go  ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo! 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 
Now  the  friendly  warning  take — 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 
Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 


ALARMING. 

There  you'll  hear  your  awful  doom, 
And  sink  in  deep  despair  ! 

All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  ; 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  die, 

Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  then,  no  shelter  nigh. 

4J  HYMN.    S.  M. 

*&  Preparation  for  the  Judgment. 

1  HOW  will  the  soul  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When    earth  and  heav'n,     before    the 
Judge, 
Astonish'd  flee  away  ! 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace  ; 
His  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 
16 


ALARMING. 

3  HYMN,    L.  M. 

Address  to   Sinners. 

1  SINNER,    0   why     so    thoughtless 

grown  ? 

Why  in  such  fearful  haste  to  die  ? 

Why   speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  un- 
known, 

Regardless  of  thy  destiny  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  defy  the  wrath  of  God, 
Led  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams  ? 
Madly  despise  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  force  thy  passage   to  the  flames  r 

3  Sinner,  0  lift  thy  thoughts  above, 
And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  love — 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold  ! 

4  HYMN.    7s. 

The  sinner  warned. 

1  HASTE,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Wisdom  warns  thee  from  the  skies, 
All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste  !  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Thy  probation  may  be  o'er, 

Ere  this  evening's  work  is  done. 
17 


ALARMING. 

3  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Death  may  e'en  thy  soul  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

5  HYMN.      lis. 

11  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice.'1 

1  DELAY  not,  delay   not,  O   sinner, 

draw  near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 

thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is 

here, 
Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is 
free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy 

God; 

A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  canst  thou  re- 
fuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  pardon- 
ing blood ! 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee 

to-day ; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard   in  the  vale  of 
the  tomb  ; 

18 


ALARMING. 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,    delay  not,    the   Spirit  of 

grace, 
Long  griev'd  and  resisted,   may  take 

its  sad  flight ; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish 

thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,   delay  not,  the   hour  is  at 

hand — 

The  earth  shall  dissolve  and  the  heav- 
ens shall  fade  ; 

The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the 
judgment  shall  stand  ; 

What  power  then,  0  sinner,  shall  lend 
thee  its  aid  ? 

H  HYMN.     C.  M. 

^*  Exhortation  to    Repentance. 

1  REPENT  !  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

No  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

Overlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 

19 


ALARMING. 

His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  O  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 
His  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

iy  HYMN.     7s. 

®  Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ! 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bare, 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgment  now  prepare, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  Who  his  coming  may  abide  ? 
You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Cannot  find  a  place  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame. 

20 


ALARMING. 

8  HYMN.     8s.  7s.  and  4a. 

The  voice  of  mercy. 

1  HEAR,  0  sinner — mercy  hails  you  ; 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  ; 

Hear,  O  sinner, 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See  !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gather- 

ing 
O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread  ; 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ; — 

Turn,  0  sinner, 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviour ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ; 

Haste,  0  sinner, 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

9  HYMN.    C.  M, 

Expostulation. 

1  YE,  who  despise  the  Saviour's  grace, 
And  scorn  his  gospel,  here, 
21 


ALARMING. 

How  can  you  meet  his  angry  face, 
Or  at  his  bar  appear  ? 

2  When  ev'ry  earthly  hope  shall  fail, 

When  storms  of  wrath  are  nigh ; 
How  will  your  souls  affrighted  quail 
Beneath  his  burning  eye  ! 

3  Why  will  you  madly  rush  on  death, 

And  force  your  way  to  wo  ? 
Why  tempt  the  God,  that  holds  your 
breath, 
To  strike  the  fatal  blow. 

4  Turn,  guilty  sinners,  quickly  turn  ; 

Oh,  come  to  Jesus  now  ! 
Ere  the  fierce  flames  around  you  burn, 
To  your  Redeemer  bow. 

1  ft  HYMN.    S.  P.  M. 

■"■  ^-r  The  end  of  the  xoicked. 

1  Thou  hears't,  omniscient  Lord, 
Each  curse  and  idle  word, 

Of  men  that  scoff  with  lips  profane  ; 
And  when  the  hand  of  death, 
Shall  stop  their  impious  breath, 

Their  souls  shall  seek  for  peace  in 
vain. 

2  Then  shall  the  Judge  deride 
Their  malice  and  their  pride 

22 


ALARMING. 

And  crush  them  with  an  iron  rod ; 
In  vain  shall  fall  their  tears, 
In  vain  ascend  their  prayers, 

And  they  shall  fear  th'  avenging  God 3 

3  Oh,  how  will  sinners  need 
An  advocate  to  plead, 

Accepted  at  thine  awful  throne  ! 
How,  in  that  solemn  hour, 
Would  faith's  transcendent  power 

Outweigh  all  things  beneath  the  sun- 

4  Yet  save  their  souls,  0  Lord  ; 
Subdue  them  by  thy  word, 

Though  all  their  pow'rs  oppose  thy 
reign; 
Now  may  thy  foes  submit, 
And  bow  beneath  thy  feet, 

Nor  let  them  read  thy  wrath  in  vain, 


11 


HYMN.     7s,  5s,  and  4s. 
Destruction  of  Sodom. 

HASTE  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 

Vengeance  is  at  hand  ! 

From  destruction  quickly  flee, 

Flee  at  God's  command ! 

No  more  inquire. 

Lo  !  the  city's  doom  is  seal'd  ; 

23 


ALARMING. 

Wrath  from  heav'n  shall  be  reveal'd 

In  liquid  fire ! 
Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away 
From  the  o'erwhelming  rain  ! 
Break  at  once  thy  long  delay, 
Stay  not  in  the  plain  ! 
In  threat'ning  form, 
See  the  clouds  above  thy  head, 
All  around  their  folds  are  spread ; 
0  flee  the  storm  ! 
Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 

Ere  the  tempest  falls  ! 
Now  the  warning  voice  obey, 
While  the  Spirit  calls  : 

For  refuge  fly  ! 
In  the  fate  of  Sodom  see, 
What  may  quickly  come  to  thee  : 
Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Haste  thee,  sinner,  haste  away, 

While  'tis  mercy's  hour ; 
Harden  not  thy  heart  to-day, 
Through  the  tempter's  power ; 
O  turn  and  live  ; 
Jesus  is  the  hiding  place, 
Flee  to  him,  and  trust  his  grace ; 
He  will  forgive. 
24 


CONVICTION. 

^  r*  HYMN.     4s  and  6s. 

JL  /&  "  The  accepted  time" 

1  CONVINCED  of  sin, 
O  now  begin 

To  call  upon  the  Lord ; 

Relent  and  pray, 

And  mourn  the  day 
In  which  you  scorn'd  his  word. 

2  While  converts  sing 
And  bless  their  King, 

And  praise  th'  incarnate  Word- 

0  now  submit 

At  Jesus  feet, 
And  own  the  Sovereign  Lord. 

3  Now  is  the  time 
To  come  to  him 

Who  died  that  you  might  live  : 

Resist  no  more 

The  Spirit's  pow'r, 
No  more  yourselves  deceive. 

4  O  sovereign  Lord 
Now  speak  the  word, 

b  25 


CONVICTION. 

And  pierce  each  stubborn  soul ; 

Yet  as  they  bleed 

Let  love  succeed, 
And  make  the  wounded  whole. 

-g  Q  HYMN.    S.  M. 

&€»  "What  shall  I  dor 

1  MY  former  hopes  are  lied, 

My  tenor  now  begins  ; 
My  guilty  soul,  alas,  is  "  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins." 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly, 

Or  seek  for  mercy's  door  ? 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th'  impending  doom  ; 
While  yet  some  friendly  whisper  says 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  0  that  I  now  might  see 

Some  glimm'ring  from  afar, 
Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawn  on  me, 
And  save  me  from  despair. 

Tl    A  HYMN.      7s.  and  6s. 

A  Hk:  Whither  shall  I  go  ? 

1  CONSCIOUS  of  my  ruin'd  state, 
Ah  !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 
26 


CONVICTION. 

All  within  is  desolate, 

While  all  without  is  woe : 

If  to  heav'n  I  turn  my  eye, 

There  a  frowning  Judge  appears ; 

If  to  Jesus  then  I  cry, 
No  advocate  appears. 

2  Oft  have  I  the  Spirit  griev'd, 

So  kindly  sent  to  me  ; 
And  that  word  have  disbeliev'd 

That  would  have  set  me  free  ; 
All  the  blessings  God  has  giv'n, 
All  the  warnings  he  has  sent, 
Have  not  led  my  soul  to  heav'n, 

Or  caus'd  me  to  relent. 

3  Guilty  soul,  what  wilt  thou  do  ? 

Polluted  still  thou  art  ; 
God  is  faithful,  just  and  true, 

But  thou  art  vile  in  heart : 
Yield  thee  now,  no  more  repine ; 
Own  the  justice  of  thy  doom  : 
To  the  Lord,  thyself  resign, 

And  see — "  there  yet  is  room." 

|  PL  HYMN.       7s.  and  6s. 

JL  S-P  Tne  Sinner  disquieted. 

1  WHY  sinks  my  soul  desponding  ? 
Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears  ; 
27 


CONVICTION. 

While  nature  still  abounding 

The  smile  of  beauty  wears  ? 
Why  burden'd  now  with  sorrow, 

Is  ev'ry  lab 'ring  thought  ? 
Each  vision  that  I  borrow, 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught  ? 
The  pleasures  that  deceived  me, 

My  soul  no  more  can  charm  ; 
Of  rest,  they  oft  bereav'd  me, 

And  fill'd  me  with  alarm ; 
The  objects  I  have  cherish'd, 

Are  empty  as  the  wind  ; 
My  earthly  joys  have  perish'd, 

What  comfort  shall  I  find  ? 
If  inward  still  inquiring, 

I  turn  my  searching  eye, 
Or  upward  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry, 
No  heavenly  light  is  beaming, 

To  cheer  my  troubled  breast ; 
No  ray  of  comfort  gleaming 

To  give  my  spirit  rest. 
My  soul,  from  this  dread  anguish 

Is  there  no  refuge  nigh  ? 
'Tis  guilt  that  makes  thee  languish, 

And  leaves  thee  thus  to  die  : 
28 


CONVICTION. 

Renounce  thy  sin  and  folly 
Before  the  throne  of  grace  ; 

And  make  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Thy  strength  and  righteousness. 

lil  HYMN.  C.  M. 

JL  vlW         ji]le  Sinner-  convicted  by  the  Law. 

1  LORD,    how  secure  my  conscience 

was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread ; 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and 

bright 
Till  the  commandment  came, 
And  brought  me  by  its  pow'r  and  light 
To  see  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  soul  now  feels  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  revive  again  ; 
I  have  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  are  slain. 

4  My  God,  I'll  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For  some  kind  pow'r  to  save  ; 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

29 


INVITING. 

1  W  HYMN.    C.  M. 

-**■  •         Tlie  Saviour's  Invitation. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

1^  HYMN.    L.  M. 

C  "  Come  unto  me." 

1   COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 
30 


INVITING, 

Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your 

woes ; 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 
3  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

t€h  HYMN.     C.  M. 

•^         Invitation  of  the  Gospel. 

1  LET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul  reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 
&  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
31 


INVITING. 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

&£%  HYMN.       L.  M. 

-^^-^  Christ' 's  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  '  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls,     ; 
Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come  ; 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  Bless'd  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders 

take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light.' 

3  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

££1  HYMN.  C.  M. 

s&M.  The  Resolve. 

1  COME,  trembling   sinner,  in  whose 
breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  op- 
press'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 
32 


INVITING. 

2  a  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
u  I'll  seek  his  courts,  and  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  fall  before  his  throne, 

a  And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
u  I'll  tell  him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
"Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"  Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r ; 
"  But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

5  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

"  I  am  resolv'd  to  try  ; 

"  For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

"  I  must  for  ever  die." 

£>£>  HYMN.    L.  M. 

&~  Living  Waters. 

1  HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice  : 
Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

b*  33 


INVITING. 

£>Q>  HYMN.     L.  M. 

<*"*&  The  day  of  Grace. 

1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  giv'n  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heav'n. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming 

sound ! 
*  Come,  sinners,  haste,  Oh,  haste 

away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's 
found. ' 

3  '  Soon, borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save.' 

4  i  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 
No  sabbath's  heav'nly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  pray'r, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies.' 

£>  A  HYMN.     8.5,  and  7s. 

S®  ra:  A  Fountain  set  open. 

1  COME  to  Calv'ry's  holy  mountain, 
Sinners  ruin'd  by  the  fall; 

34 


LNVITING. 

Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 
Flows  to  you — to  me — to  all, 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, 
Open'd   when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent  and  blind, 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 
Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find  ; 
Health,  this  fountain  will  restore  ; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3  He  that  drinks  shall  live  forever  ; 

'Tis  a  soul-reviving  flood  : 
God  is  faithful — God  will  never 
Break  his  covenant  in  blood  ; 
Sign'd,  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Seal'd,  when  he  was  glorified. 

b^^k  HYMN.      7s. 

^^Jr  Come  and  icelcome. 

1  FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the   Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravish'd  ear : 

4  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come   and  welcome,  sinner,  come.' 

2  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

35 


INVITING. 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  : 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
'  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come.' 
3  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end, 
Lo,  I  come  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 
To  the  realms  of  endless  day  ; 
Up  to  my  eternal  home, 
'  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come.' 

Of)  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

s&\j*  False  and  true  Pleasure. 

1  TELL  me,  wand'rer,  wildly  roving 

From  the  path  that  leads  to  peace  ; 
Pleasure's  false  enchantment  loving — 

When  will  thy  delusion  cease  ? 
Once,  like  thee,  by  joys  surrounded, 

I  could  kneel  at  pleasure's  shrine  ; 
Then  my  brightest  hopes  were  bound- 
ed 

By  delights  as  false  as  thine. 

2  But  those  visions  never  bless'd  me; 

Soon  their  fleeting  day  was  o'er, 
Then  the  world  that  had  caress'd  me, 
Charm'd   me    with  its    smiles  no 
more. 

36 


INVITING. 

Such  is  pleasure's  transient  story  : 
Lasting  happiness  is  known 

Only  in  the  path  to  glory — 
In  the  Saviour's  love  alone. 

&&[  HYMN.    C.  M. 

'"•'  "  Accepting  Mercy. 

1  THERE  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  stains  of  deepest  die. 

4  A  guilty,  lost,  and  helpless  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 

Be  thou  my  strength,  my  only  trust, 

My  Jesus,  and  my  all. 

6>&  HYMN.     8s,  6s  and  4s. 

,-wCj?     u  77^  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come." 

1  RETURN,  0  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
The  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 
37 


INVITING. 

No  longer  now  an  exile  roam, 
In  guilt  and  misery ; 
Return,  return  ! 

2  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say — come  ; 
O,  now  for  refuge  flee  : 
Return,  return ! 

3  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day  : 
Return,  return  ! 

AQ  HYMN.  C.  M. 

s&sjt  " And  yet  there  is  room.'''1 

1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous 
store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
38 


INVITING?. 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart. 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 
4  0  come,  and  with  his  children,  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

§»f|  HYMN.     C.  M. 

^J^M^      "  Whosoever  will,  let  him  CGtne." 

1  0  WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's  case, 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and 

wounds, 
Your  ev'ry  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

8  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 
And  heav'nly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants 
disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

HYMN.     C.  M. 

Expostulation  icith  Sinners, 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  J 
'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day  ; 
39 


SI 


INVITING. 

He  calls  you  by  his  gracious  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Your  road  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ! 

And  will  you  onward  go  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  burnings  dwell, 
Or  bear  eternal  wo  ? 

3  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

4  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts, 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

VtQ.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*-*/^*'  Turn  and  UvCs 

1  RETURN,  0  wand'rer,  now  return, 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wand'rer,  now  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go  to  his  feet,  and  grateful  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

3  Return,  0  wand'rer,  now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear  ; 
40 


INVITING. 

Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn 

*Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

OO  HYMN.   8s,  7s  and  4s. 

^P^9  Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 
If  you  wait  till  you  are  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Sinners  only, 
Christ  the  Saviour  came  to  call. 

2  Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 

He  will  give  you 
His  blest  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Saviour  prostrate  lies  ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
There  he  groans,  and  bleeds,  and 
dies  : 
"  It  is  finish'd  j" 
Heav'n  accepts  the  sacrifice. 

4  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
I^et  no  other  trust  intrude  : 
41 


INVITING. 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

*1LJL  HYMN.     C.  M. 

*3  *A  »<  Behold  I  stand  at  the  door." 

1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admittance  plead, 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart  for  which  he  bled, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

3  'Tis,  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 

The  lodging  has  possess'd  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heav'nly  guest. 

4  Ye  vile  seducers  !  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour,  enter  in, 
0,  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin* 

C|^  HYMN.     L.  M. 

«J>*J?"  Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door,  and  knocks 

1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door, 
Who  gently  knocks  in  mercy's  hour  ; 
In  lovely  attitude  he  stands, 
With   melting   heart   and   bleeding 
hands. 

42 


INVITING. 

2  The  Friend  of  sinners  ? — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary ; 
Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine* 
And  let  the  heav'nly  stranger  in. 

3  Oh  !  then,  his  fulness  thou  shalt  see, 
And  "  sup  with  him  and  he  with- thee;" 
Refusing  still,  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

•j5/f*  8s,  7s  and  4s. 

C£0  «  Glad  t{dings» 

1  SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  mes- 

sage 
Coming  from  the  courts  above  ? 
Mercy  beams  in  ev'ry  passage  ; 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

0  believe  it, 
Ev'ry  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Now,  the  heralds  of  salvation, 

Joyful  news  aloud  proclaim  : 
Sinners  freed  from  condemnation, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

Life  receiving 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb. 

43 


PENITENTIAL. 

OW"  HYMN.    C.  M. 

**  •  Contrition. 

1  0  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose   hand,   indulgent,   wipes   the 
tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  : — 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer   mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 

And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

O&i  HYMN.    C.  M. 

t^  C^  Submissio?i. 

1  ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Did  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
44 


PENITENTIAL. 

2  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Jesus,  the  Redeemer,  died 
To  save  his  foes  from  sin. 

3  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  my  eyes,  to  tears. 

4  But  floods  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

DA  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*■&  *^  Penitence  and  Hopei 

1  DEAR  Saviour,    when  jny  thoughts 

recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet  ash  am 'd  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

3  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face ; 
45 


PENITENTIAL. 

And   grateful,   own  how  kind,    how 
sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

Afk     '  HYMN.     7s. 

'-jet'vjr  Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent  ; 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd  ; 
See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucifi'd  God's  only  Son. 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Driv'n  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there  ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierc'd  him  with  the  bloody  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 

While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain, 

Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue, 

Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 

No  :  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 

Break,  0  break,  my  bleeding  heart- 

^1  HYMN.     L.  P.  M. 

4S:  H  Supplication. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  God  oflove ! 
Oh,  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
46 


PENITENTIAL, 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
Oh  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

No  worth    to    claim    thy   gracious 

smile  ; 
^No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me  ! 

3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  ! 
Then  hear  thy   humble  suppliant's 

Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
One    pard'ning  word    can    make    me 

whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

J5  £>  HYMN.    7s. 

rm:/&  Confession  and  Entreaty. 

1    SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  earnest  cry, 


Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 


L 


47 


PENITENTIAL. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Chief  of  sinners  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart ; 
Justly  might  thine  angry  breath 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 

4  But  with  thee  there's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  ; 
Soothe,  oh,  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  weary  wand'rer,  rest. 

iO  HYMN.    C.  M- 

^*  *-*  Penitence. 

1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet. 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upwards  to  thy  mercy  seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Let  not  thy  justice  frown  me  hence  ; 

Oh  !  stay  the  vengeful  storm : 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  could  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 


48 


PENITENTIAL. 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping 
eyes, 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 
4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast 
shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

A. A.  HYMN.    H.  M. 

tc^*  Prayer  for  Pardon. 

1  GREAT  God,  to  thee  I  make 
My  sins  and  sorrows  known  ; 
And  with  a  trembling  heart, 
Approach  thine  awful  throne  ; 

Oh  !  let  thine  ear 
Of  grace  and  love, 
In  heav'n  above, 
A  sinner  hear  ! 

2  0  thou,  who  by  a  word 
My  drooping  soul  canst  cheer, 
And  by  thy  Spirit  form 
Thy  glorious  image  there — 

My  fears  dispel, 
Thy  grace  impart, 
Subdue  my  heart 
And  save  from  hell, 
c  49 


PENITENTIAL. 

3  While  conscience  thunders  loud, 
To  thee  alone  I  fly, 
Fall  down  before  thy  face, 
:  And  there  for  mercy  cry  : 
One  gracious  word 
Can  cheer  my  soul, 
And  make  me  whole, 
My  dearest  Lord  ! 

A  RL  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^*r*J^  Repentance  at  the  Cross. 

1  OH,  if  my  heart  were  strung  for  wo, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 

Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 

From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  0,  how  I  hate  those  sins  of  mine 

That  shed  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
That  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  sacred  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Whilst  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I  here  renounce  my  darling  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 
50 


PENITENTIAL. 

A  £*  HYMN.    8d  and  6s. 

*x\9  Prayer  for  pardoning  mercy* 

1  JESUS,  incarnate  son  of  God, 

Now  hear  us  from  on  high  ; 
Oh,  seal  our  pardon  by  thy  blood, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry  : 
Our  prostrate  souls  no  merit  claim  ; 
We  plead  thine  all-prevailing  name. 

2  Thy  law  is  holy  just  and  good, 

Wakens  our  guilt  and  fear ; 
And  sin  has  risen  like  a  flood, 

To  whelm  us  in  despair : 
Guilty  we  fall  before  thy  throne, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  thou  alone. 

3  Ruin'd,  and  all  defil'd  with  sin, 

Our  souls  would  turn  and  live  ; 
Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  now  make  us  clean, 

And  all  our  sins  forgive  : 
Thy  righteousness,   thy  bleeding  love. 
Can  ev'ry  stain  of  guilt  remove. 

Mm  HYMN.    L.  M. 

'^"k  •  A  broken  and  a  contrite  Heart. 

I  SHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 
51 


PENITENTIAL 

2  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  se- 
vere, 

I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  th}i 

word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise 

there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

A  £j  HYMN.    C.  M. 

rJbC5  "Mine  eye  moumeth." 

1  0  GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear  ! 

My  daily  cry  attend  ! 
When  shall  I  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
And  when  my  sorrows  end  ? 

2  Each  day,  a  mourner  from  my  youth, 

My  tears  in  anguish  fall : 
No  feeling  heart  partakes  my  pain, 
No  ear  attends  my  call. 
52 


PENITENTIAL. 

To  thee,  each  morn  I  raise  my  cry; 

Thy  suppliant  hear  and  save  ! 
Oh,  let  me  see  thy  smiling  face, 

Oh,  bring  me  from  the  grave. 
■[   I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  eyes, 

For  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
Thy  hand  shall  save  me  from  my  foes, 

And  well  fulfil  thy  word. 

J[€|  HYMN.     C.    M. 

^SL  tJ'    "  I  am  afflicted  and  ready  to  <f«-." 

[1  STRETCH'Donthe  bed  of  grief, 

In  silence  long  I  lay ; 
i    For  sore  disease  and  wasting  pain, 

Had  worn  my  strength  away. 

2  How  mourn'd  my  sinking  soul 

The  Sabbath's  hours  divine  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day, 
Consum'd  in  sense  and  sin. 

3  Then  to  the  Lord  I  pray'd, 

And  rais'd  a  bitter  cry  ; 
'  Hear  me,  0  God,  and  save  my  soul, 
Lest  I  for  ever  die.' 

4  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'd  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death, 
Command  your  souls  away. 
53 


PENITENTIAL. 

£C^k  HYMN.    C.  M. 

O'xJ'  Pleading  for  Mercy. 

1  LORD,  at  thy  feet,  we  sinners  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  bleeding  heart,    and  downcast 
eye, 
Thy  favour  we  implore. 

2  'Tis  mercy,  mercy  now  we  plead  ; 

Let  thy  compassion  move  ; 
Mercy  that  led  thee  once  to  bleed, 
In  tenderness  and  love. 

3  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

0  Lord,  our  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy   grace  our   stubborn  hearts   can 
break, 
And  breaking,  bid  us  live. 


CONVERSION. 

Jt-|  HYMN.     8s.  and  6s. 

^F  -EL  "  Ye  must  be  born  again/* 

1  AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
One  solemn  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 
54 


CONVERSION. 

2  How  did  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ! 
All  human  aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  I  heard  the  saints  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near : 
Yet  would  the  dreadful  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  black  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  bleeding  Saviour  pass'd  that  way 

My  bondage  to  remove  : 
The  sinner  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

«v£>  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

M^  "Follow  me." 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee  ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
Thou,  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 

55 


CONVERSION, 

Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought}  or  hop'd,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heav'n  are  still  my  own ! 
2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — ] 

Thou  art  not  like  tbem  untrue ; 
Oh  !  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

fc«>  HYMN.    7s. 

*Jr  £&  Love  to  the  Saints. 

1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found  : 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  restless  wind  or  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 
56 


CONVERSION, 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more  ; 
Every  idol  I  resign, 

KA  HYMN,      7s  and  6s, 

fe#  :=-':  Renouncing  the  World, 

1  VAIN j  delusive  world,  adieu  ! 
With  all  of  creature  good : 

Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood^ 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 
All  thy  wealth  and  all  thy  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd. 

2  Turning  to  my  rest  again, 
The  Saviour  I  adore  ; 

He  relieves  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  bids  me  weep  no  more  : 

Rivers  of  salvation  .flow 

From  his  head,  his  hands,  his  side ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucifi'd. 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end  j 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 
On  Jesus  to  depend. 
c«  57 


CONVERSION. 

Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow. 
In  his  favour  to  abide  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd. 
4  Him  in  all  my  works,  I  seek, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree  ; 
Only  of  his  love  I  speak, 

Who  freely  died  for  me  : 
While  I  sojourn  here  below, 
Nothing  I  desire  beside  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucifi'd. 

5£L  IIY2JN.     8:?  and  7s. 

*J?  Redemption. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  bles- 

sing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood, 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 
Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

Gazing  here  I'd  spend  my  breath  ; 
58 


CONVERSION. 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

4  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 
Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  thine, 
Till  I  taste  thy  whole  salvation, 
Where,  unveil'd,  thy  glories  shine. 

%££  HYMN.    C.  M. 

ij?  %j?  Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

1  OH,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  my  fears, 

That  bids  my  sorrows  cease ; 
'Tis  music  to  my  ravish'd  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  forme. 

4  Let  us  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 

Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiv'n  : 
Anticipate  ourheav'n  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heav'n> 
59 


CONVERSION. 

?LW  HYMN.     L.  M. 

*-'  •  Christ  the  cmty  Refuge. 

1  THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  hearty 
My  refuge,  my  almighty  friend — 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah !  whither  shall  I  go, 
A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo, 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart. 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  [Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 
While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine. 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all.] 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 
Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine  : 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine 

5Q  HYMN.     C.  M. 

CI*  Joys  of  Conversion.' 

1  WHEN  God  reveaPd  his  gracious 
name, 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  state, 
60 


CONVERSION, 

My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream? 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change. 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown 
strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"    ray  neighbours 

cri'd, 
And  own'd  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  repli'd, 
"And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those,  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harvest  come  , 
They  shall  confess  their    sheaves  are 
great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

p:  <;;  HYMN.    L.M, 

*-'*'  "  •  God  viy  Portion. 

1  FAR  from  thy  fold,  0  God,  my  feet 

Once  mov'd  in  error's  devious  ms 

61 


1 


CONVERSION. 

Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 
Nor  sought  thy  face,  nor    lov'd  thy 
ways. 

2  With  tend'rest  voice  thou  bad'st  me 

flee 
The  paths  which  thou  could'st  ne'er 

approve ; 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee, 
With  cords  of  sweet  redeeming  love. 

3  Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  fly, 
And  low  in  self-abasement  fall ; 
A  vile,  a  helpless  worm,  I  lie, 
And  thou,  my  God,  art  all  in  all. 

4  Dearer,  far  dearer  to  my  heart, 
Than  all  the  joys  that  earth  can  give  ; 
From  fame,  from  wealth,  from  friends 

I'd  part, 
Beneath  thy  countenance  to  live. 

g*ATh  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^P  *-J  Subdued  by  the  Cross. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
62 


CONVERSION. 

He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  rne? 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
0,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 

Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
My   conscience  felt  and    own'd    the 
guilt, 

It  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blo^d  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 
A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'  I  freely  ail  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 

I  die  that  thou  may'st  live.' 

HYMN.     L.  M. 

Parting  with  Carnal  Joys. 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
False  as  tie  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en    convey'd    me 

there. 

63 


CONVERSION. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  the  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those   treach'rous 

seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,   and  glance  my 

eyes ; 
Oh,  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  waft  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

6£>  HYMN.     S.  M. 

'*•'  Rejoicing. 

1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 
To  raise  a  sacred  song ; 

Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  See  ilow'rs  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring ; 

The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear. 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honour  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  shining  wdy ; 

64 


CONVERSION, 

To  him  who  leads  the  pilgrims  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

£|€g  HYMN.  C.  M. 

P  ^*  Salvation  welcomed. 

1  SALVATION  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears : 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

£*A  HYMN.     7s. 

N4JP  ^-Jfc  Darkness  turned  to  Light. 

1  BOUNDLESS  glory,  Lord,  be  thine  ; 
Thou  hast  made  the  darkness  shine  ; 
Thou  hast  sent  a  cheering  ray  ; 
Thou  hast  turn'd  our  night  to  day. 

2  Darkness  long  involved  us  round, 
Till  we  knew  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  our  darkness  fled  away, 
Chas'd  by  truth's  effulgent  ray. 

05 


CONVERSION. 

3  They  are  bless'd,  and  none  beside, 
They,  who  in  the  truth  abide ; 
Clear  the  light  that  marks  their  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

4  Guide  us,  Saviour,  through  the  road, 
Till  we  reach  the  saints'  abode ; 
Till  we  see  thee  thron'd  above, 

As  thou  art  the  God  of  love. 

#J  pC  HYMN.     C.  M. 

%3  i~is  Returning  to  Zion. 

1  SING,  all  ye  ransom'd  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing : 
Ye  pilgrims,  now  for  Zion  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  ev'ry  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength*, 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still : 
With  joyful  hope  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 
66 


CONVERSION. 

(*£*  HYMN.    5s  6sand9a» 

&*$  "First  Love." 

1  HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

A.nd  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ; 
Oh,  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  'Tis  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

3  Yes,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  through    faith   in   his 
name ; 

Oh,  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 

£*W  HYMN.     SsandGs. 

^  9  The  great  Change. 

1  SAY,  dost  thou  mark  that  beaming 
eye, 
That  countenance  serene  ? 

67 


CONVERSION. 

That  smile  of  hope,  and  love,  and  joy, 

Where  gloom  so  late  has  been  ? 
More  beautiful  that  sight  appears, 
Than  all  the  charms  that  nature  wears. 

2  And  dost  thou  mark  that  temper  mild. 

That  image  pure,  of  heav'n  ? 
That  soul  subdu'd  and  reconcil'd, 

Which  once  with  hate  was  riv'n  ? 
Sure,  nothing  earthly  can  impart 
Such  meltings  to  a  stubborn  heart. 

3  O,  glorious  change,  -tis  all  of  grace, 

By  bleeding  love  bestow'd 
On  outcasts  of  a  fallen  race, 

To  bring  them  home  to  God. 
Infinite  grace  to  vileness  giv'n, 
The  sons  of  earth  made  heirs  of  heav'n. 

£*&  HYMN.    S.  M.  D. 

^^  C5  Submission  to  Christ. 

1       JESUS,  I  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  doom'd  to  die  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  cross ; 
Here  at  thy  feet  I  lie ; 
Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 
And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 
Break,  0  my  God,  this  heart  of  stone, 
And  melt  it  by  thy  love. 
68 


CONVERSION, 

,2      Too  long  my  soul  has  gone 
Far  from  my  God  astray  ; 
I've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hellj 
In  sin's  delusive  way  : 
But,  Lord,  my  heart  is  fix'd, 
I  hope  in  thee  alone  ; 
Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  thy  throne. 
3       Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 
Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears — 
Oh  !  send  thy  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  banish  all  my  fears : 
Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 
From  sin  and  Satan  free ; 
Redeem'd  from  hell  and  ev'ry  foe, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  thee. 
£*€k  HYMN.    11  a. 

p  €J  The  Mercy  of  God. 

1  THY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of 
my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart,  and  the  boast  of 

my  tongue ; 
Free  grace  through  the  blood  of  a  Sa- 
viour alone, 
Has  won  my  affections,  and  made  me 
thy  own. 

69 


CONVERSION. 

2  Thy  mercy  has  conquer'd  my  obdurate 

heart, 
That  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness 

depart ; 
Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the 

ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy 

I've  found. 

3  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  to- 

day, 
To  the  wretched  and   needy,  thy  call 

who  obey  ; 
No  sinner  an  entrance  shall  e'er  be 

denied, 
Who  comes   seeking   mercy  through 

Jesus  that  died. 

4  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exe:  r>ts  me  from 

hell, 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  us  winders  I'll 

tell; 
'Twas  Jesus,  my  friend,  when  he  hung 

on  the  tree, 
That  open'd  the  fountain  of  mercy  for 

me. 


70 


CONVERSION. 

&fh  HYMN.     C.  M. 

»   <S  Self  Dedication. 

1  WELCOME,  0  Saviour,  to  my  heart; 

Possess  thy  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thy  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake ; 

To  thee,  I  all  resign ; 
My  longing  heart,  0  Jesus,  take, 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 

3  0,  may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  thy  bosom,  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide  ; 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 

k'l  t    HYMN.     8s  and  6s. 

®  -"-         Deliverance  from  evil  Companions. 

1  TO  thee,  my  King,  0  God  of  grace, 

I  lift  my  humble  cry  : 
Let  not  my  poor  desponding  soul 
With  impious  wretches  die. 

2  For  me  they  dug  the  secret  pit, 

And  form'd  the  hidden  snare  ; 
Thoughtless  I  followed  where  they  led, 
Nor  saw  destruction  near. 


71 


CONVERSION. 

S  My  heart  with  agonizing  pray'r 
Besought  the  Lord  to  save ; 
Unseen  he  seiz'd  my  trembling  hand, 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 

4  My  lips  thy  wond'rous   works    shall 
sing, 
My  heart  adore  thy  grace ; 
Henceforth  be  love  my  sweet  employ, 
And  all  my  pleasure  praise. 

IV£>  HYMN.     83  and  7s. 

•  **&  Grateful  Recollections. 

1  COME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blesssing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

Streams  of  mercy,  &c. 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure 

Sung  by  raptur'd  saints  above ; 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 

While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

Fill  my  soul,  &c 

While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
72 


CHRISTIAN. 


He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Offer'd  his  most  precious  blood- 
He  to  save  &c. 
Offer'd  his  most  precious  blood. 


CHRISTIAN. 

<y<rm  HYMN.    7s. 

4  t3  Rejoicing  in  Jesus. 

1  NOW  begin  the  heav'nly  themej 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 

Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  teu 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love* 

4  Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above 
Nothing  but  redeeming  loveu 

5  When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home. 
When  we  to  his  glorv  come., 

d  '    73 


CHRISTIAN. 

We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  the  Lord's  redeeming  love 

TTz!_  HYMN.     8s,  and  7s. 

«   *  Joyful  Hope. 

1  KNOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care, 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 
Think  what  Father's  smiles    are 
thine, 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  ; 
Child  of  beav'n,  canst  thou  repine  ? 
2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith  and  wing'd  by  pray'r; 
Heav'n's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee 
there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition  ; 
Faith  to  sight,  and  pray'r  to  praise. 

^^  HYMN.  S.  M. 

•  ***  Salvation  by  Grace. 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound? 
1   Harmonious  to  the  ear; 

74 


CHRISTIAN. 

Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 
To  save  rebellious  man ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan, 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

J^/O  HYMN.     C.  M. 

i  *13  The  Hope  of  Heaven. 

1  WHEN  I. can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; 

75 


CHRISTIAN. 


77 


There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast* 

HYMN.     7s    andGs* 
Pilgrim's  Song. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rd  heav'n,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above* 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course* 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  ; 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Cease,   ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skiea. 
76 


CHRISTIAN. 

Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n; 

All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchangM  for  heav'zi. 

7r>  HYMN.    S.  M. 

Believer  s  Joy. 

I  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known ; 

Join  in  a  song,  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 
Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 

But  children  of  the  heav'nly  King 
Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets  ; 

■Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets* 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're   marching  through  Immanuel's 
ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

77 


CHRISTIAN. 

*f  Q  HYMN.  C.  M. 

»   *^  Redemption  and  Protection*. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 

And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  sin, 

The  op'ning  gates  of  hell ; 
And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure, 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 


3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 

Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd ; 
And  on  the  rock  of  ages  set 
My  slipp'ry  footsteps  fast. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

62 fk  HYMN.    C.  M. 

Cjf\y         rp]le  glories  0f  Redemption. 

1  FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines, 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand 
signs, 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 
78 


CHRISTIAN. 

But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 

To  save  rebellious  worms  ; 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  ; — 
Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess — 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice  or  the  grace. 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 
Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 

>t!  HYMN.     L.  M. 

>  i  The  Christian  Race. 

AWAKE,  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone  ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 
True,  'tis  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'ry  saint. 
79 


CHRISTIAN. 


3  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

4  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

<QO>  HYMN.    L.  M. 

~^«  Tlie  Christian   Warfare. 

1  STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy 

fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes  \ 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung   the  triumph  when  he  rase. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 

80 


CHRISTIANi 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

00  HYMN.     C.  M. 
&&  Pleasures  unseen. 

1  OH,  could  our   thoughts  and   wishes 

Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright    scenes  where  pleas- 
ures spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

§JL  HYMN.     7s    and  6s. 

jfc  Joy  in  believing. 

1  SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings  ; 
d*  81 


CHRISTIAN. 

The  Lord  of  life  arises 
And  his  salvation  brings  : 

While  comforts  are  declining, 
He  sees  ns  in  distress  ; 

Then  heals  us  by  his  shining, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new  : 
Then  free  from  care  and  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring   hither  what  it  may. 

3  His  presence  fills  the  vallies, 

And  crowns  the  lofty  hills; 
He  clothes  the  humble  lilies, 

And  waters  them  with  rills  : 
Beneath  the  spreading  heav'ns, 

No  creatuie  but  is  fed  ; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Its  fruit  or  leaves  should  bear, 

Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there  ; 

82 


CHRISTIAN. 

Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 

For  while 'in  him  confiding, 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

g  rr  HYMN.     7s- 

--' ;  >  Rejoice  in  Hope. 

I   CHILDREN  oftheheav'nlyKing, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

I  Ye  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd — ■ 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren — joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee, 

S3 


CHRISTIAN. 


8£*  HYMN.     C.  M. 

O  Holy  Love. 

1  HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strenglhens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that    lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease : 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings, 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

§W  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*  Brotherly  Love. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  fear  the  Lord, 
In  mutual  love  and  peace  unite, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word. 

2  0  may  we  feel  each  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
May  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  ev'ry  bosom  flow  ; 
84 


CHRISTIAN. 

And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  ev'ry  action  glow. 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  Lti's  an  I:eir  of  heav'n  that  finds, 

His  bosom  fill'd  with  love. 
^^  hVmn.    7s. 

Kjy<Cy  Christian  Union  and  Love. 

1  JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree. 

Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Bid  our  jars  forever  cease. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Wholly  like  our  blessed  Lord. 

3  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  his  brother's  burden  bear; 
To  thy  church,  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believers  live . 

4  Let  us,  then,  with  joy,  remove 
To  thy  family  above; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly, 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

85 


CHRISTIAN. 

8Q  HYMN.    S.RL 

*-^  Supports  of  Religion. 

1  WHEN  gloomy  doubts  and  fears 
The  trembling  heart  invade, 

And  all  the  face  of  nature  wear3 
A  universal  shade  : 

2  Religion  can  assuage 
The  tempest  of  the  soul ; 

And  every  fear  shall  lose  its  rage 
At  her  divine  control. 

3  Through  life's  bewiider'd  way, 
Her  hand  unerring  leads  ; 

And,  o'er  the  path,  her  heav'nly  ray 
A  cheering  lustre  sheds. 

4  When  reason  tir'd  and  blind 
Sinks  helpless  and  afraid  ; 

Thou  blest  supporter  of  the  mind 
How  pow'rful  is  thine  aid  ! 

5  Oh  !  let  me  feel  thy  pow'r 
And  find  thy  sweet  relief, 

To  cheer  my  ev'ry  gloomy  hour, 
And  calm  my  ev'ry  grief. 

j  j  ft  HYMN.     C.  M.  D. 

<*_. '  1 P  Contrition  and  Prayer. 

1   0  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart, 
That  bows  before  the  Lord ; 
86 


CHRISTIAN. 

That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  ert, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  : 

0  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 
Y/hich  from  repentance  flow  ; 

That  sense  of  guilt  which  trembling 
fears 
The  long-suspended  blow  ! 

Saviour,  to  me,  in  pity  give, 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress  ; 
The  pledge  thou  wilt,  at  last,  receive, 

And  bid  me  die  in  peace : 
0  fill  my  soul  with  faith,  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above, 

Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

k-g  HYMN.     3i,  7s  and  4s. 

P  Jj.  Hope  encouraged. 

O  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness, 

Bid  thy  restless  fear  begone  ; 
Look  to  Jesus, 

And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name- 

Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

Though  thy  heart  is  stain'd  with  sin , 
Jesus  lives,  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 
87 


CHRISTIAN. 

But  will  make  thee  pure  within  ; 

He  is  faithful 

To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road  ; 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God. 

Thou  shalt  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

^£»  HYMN.     6s  and  3s. 

\jjm  Prayer  for  Comfort. 

1  WHERE  is  my  Saviour  now, 
Whose  smiles  I  once  possess'd  ? 
sTill  he  return,  I  bow 

By  heaviest  griefs  oppress1  d  : 
My  days  of  happiness  are  gone, 
And  I  am  left  to  weep  alone. 

2  Where  can  the  mourner  go 
And  tell  his  tale  of  grief? 
Ah,  who  can  sooth  his  wo, 
And  give  him  sweet  relief ; 

Earth  cannot  heal  the  wounded  breast, 
Or  give  the  troubled  sinner  rest. 

3  Jesus,  thy  smiles  impart; 
My  dearest  Lord,  return, 
And  ease  my  wounded  heart, 

88 


CHRISTIAN. 

And  bid  me  cease  to  mourn  ; 
Then  shall  this  night  of  sorrow  flee, 
And  peace,  and  heav'n  be  found  in 
thee. 

9q  HYMN.    L.  M. 

£§  Asking  divine  Consolation. 

1  •  SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heav'n- 

ly  guest ! 
Come  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make   your  constant  dwelling 

here  ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope  and  peace  divine, 
0  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine  ; 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death  with  all  its  terrors  near  j 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  falt'riag  voice. 

89 


94 


CHRISTIAN. 

HYMN.    C.  M. 

Submission  to  afflictive  Providences. 

1  'TIS  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives — and  (blessed  be  his  name,) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

2  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

3  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

C|  £L  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

*?«-*  Eternity. 

1  IN  this  world  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Compass'd  round  with  ev'ry  care, 
From  eternity  we  borrow 

Hope  that  can  exclude  despair  ; 
Thee,  triumphant  God  and  Saviour, 

In  the  glass  of  faith  we  see, 
Oh,  assist  each  faint  endeavour, 

Raise  our  earth-born  souls  to  thee. 

2  Place  that  awful  scene  before  us? 

Of  the  last  tremendous  dav, 
90 


CHRISTIAN. 

When  to  light  thou  wilt  restore  us  ; 

Ling'ring  ages  haste  away  ! 
Then  this  vile  and  sinful  nature 

In  corruption  shall  put  on  ; 
Life-renewing,  glorious  Saviour! 

Let  thy  gracious  will  be  done. 


HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 
Pilgrim. 


1  GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear ; 
And  when  mortal  life  is  ended 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till  by  angel  bands  attended 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

91 


CHRISTIAN. 

Cfel^  HYMN.     7s  and  6s. 

*<r    ■  Pleading  by  the  Cross. 

1  LAMB  of  God,  whose  bleeding  lo?o 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us,  who  think  on  thee, 
And  ev'ry  burden'd  soul  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  By  thine  agonizing  pain 

And  bloody  sweat  we  pray  ; 
By  thy  dying  love  to  man, 

Take  all  our  sins  away  ; 
Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 
From  all  our  sins  do  thou  release, 
0  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Let  thy  blood  by  faith  appliM, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justifrd, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
JJy  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 
Let  all  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease, 
0  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 
92 


CHRISTIAN. 

4  Never  will  we  hence  depart, 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give  ; 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee 
Until  renew'd  in  holiness; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Q£J  HYMN.     C.  M. 

v<^         Asking  Mercy  in  Affliction* 

1  O  THOU  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 

Though  now  it  seems  severe, 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  O  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down, 
More  than  the  world's  alluring  gain 
Succeeded  by  a  frown. 

3  Then,  though  thou  bend  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only,  shall  I  see  ; 
The  very  hand,  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

||Q  HYMN.      7s  and  6a. 

5  ™  e '*  Desire  for  Heaven. 

1  FROM  ev'ry  earthly  pleasure, 
From  ev'ry  transient  joy, 
93 


CHRISTIAN. 

From  ev'ry  mortal  treasure 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die  ; 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward    our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 
From  ev'ry  piercing  sorrow 

That  heaves  our  breast  to  day, 
Or  threatens  us  to  morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away  ; 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending. 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending, 

In  infinite  delight. 
'Tis  true  we  are  but  strangers 

And  pilgrims  here  below  ; 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go  : 
Though  painful  and  distressing, 

Yet  there's  a  rest  above  ; 
And  onward  still  we're  pressing, 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 

f\f*  HYMN,    7s. 

.W  In  Darkness. 

ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fix'd  no  more  to  move  ; 

94 


CHRISTIAN. 

Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 
Then  my  soul  was  fill'd  with  love  ; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  pray'r  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 
Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r  ; 
Now  I  feel  ray  sins  anew  ; 
Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour. 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine,  and  cheer  my  soul, 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive  ; 

'  Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

-S  /T&T8  HYMN.    C.  M. 

IIP  I  "  I  was  troubled." 

1  HEAR,  O  my  God,  in  mercy  hear; 

Attend  my  mournful  cry  ; 
Be  thou,  my  gracious  helper,  near, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly. 

2  Once,  Lord,  when  overwhelmed  with 
grief, 

To  thee  I  breath'd  my  cry  ; 
95 


I 

CHRISTIAN. 

Thy  mercy  brought  divine  relief 
And  wip'd  my  tearful  eye* 

3  And   now,   its   gloom   when    sorxow 

spreads, 
And  light  and  hope  depart, 
Thy  smile  celestial  morning  sheds, 
And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

4  To  thee,  my  gracious  God,  I  raise 

My  thankful  heart  and  tongue.; 
O,  be  thy  goodness  and  thy  praise 
My  everlasting  song. 

"I  f%*2t  HYMN.    7s. 

M.  ^W^A  Pleadingfor  Support  and  SancZiJicatton* 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide> 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Helpless  hangs  my  soul  on  thee, 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 

96 


CHRISTIAN. 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  I  want, 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind; 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 

Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

1  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

^  ^bQ  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JL  VJr  O  God  my  Refuge. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal  5 

e  97 


CHRISTIAN. 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still ; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat : 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

"8  fl^fi.  HYMN.    C.  M. 

■M.^~r^M:         Filial  Submission. 

1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say    my  'Father,  God  ?' 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 
Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene  ; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 
1  <  My  Father  God,'  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
98 


CHRISTIAN. 

And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart? 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

|A^  HYMN.     CM. 

M.\J*JP     Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

1  ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heav'n,  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 
And,  hourly,  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  tlio'ts  complain 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
I  strive  against  my  foes  in  vain, 
I  sink  amid  my  fears. 
8  0  Lord,  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
4  0,  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  never,  never  let  me  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

U  f^-H  HYMN.    L.  M. 

JL*U"12  Hardness  cf  Heart  lamented. 

1  0  FOR.  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day, 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
To  melt,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  unrelenting  heart  of  mine. 
99 


CHRISTIAN. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the   earth  can 

quake, 
The  ocean  roar,  the  mountain  shake; 
All  nature  feels,  and  gives  the  sign  ; 
But  not  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

3  Dear  Lord,  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt 
Might  cause  a  heart  of  stone  to  melt ; 
Yet  I  can  read  each  sacred  line, 
And  nothing  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  pow'r  supreme  the  soul  can  move, 
And  purify  and  melt  to  love ; 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  pow'r  divine, 

O  come,  subdue  this  heart  of  mine. 

|A^  HYMN.     CM. 

M.\Jr  0  Retirement. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord.  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  pray'r  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  Then  if  thy  spirit  touch  my  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode  ; 
100 


CHRISTIAN. 

Oh,  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  there  communes  with  God  ! 
4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 
Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

IftS        hymn,  ii* 

M.  ^r  <^  Precious  Promises. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints 

of  the  Lord, 

Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent 
word ! 

What  more  could  his  mercy  and  good- 
ness have  said 

To  those,  who  for  refuge,  to  Jesus  have 
fled. 

2  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee ;  O  be  not 

dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  give  thee 

my  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and 

cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld    by  my  gracious,  omnipotent 

hand. 

3  When  through  the  deep  waters,  I  call 

thee  to  go, 
101 


CHRISTIAN. 

The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  ne'er  over- 
flow ; 

My  presence  shall  guide  thee,  my 
mercy  shall  bless, 

And  cheer  thy  sad  spirit  in  deepest 
distress. 

4  My  people  through  life  shall  abund- 

antly prove 

My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable 
love ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  tern 
pies  adorn, 

Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bo- 
som be  borne. 

5  The  soul,  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd 

for  repose, 
I  never  will  leave  to  the    rage  of  his 

foes; 
That  soul,  although  Satan  endeavour 

to  shake, 
My  mercy  and  goodness   shall  never 

forsake. 

-fffeQ        HYMN"   CM- 

J.  %y  <l?        The  Power  of  Grace. 

1  AMAZING   grace !    how  sweet  the 
sound, 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
102 


CHRISTEN. 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 

fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  belieVd. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 

I'Tis  grace   that  brought  me  safe  thus 
-    far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when   this  flesh  and  heart  shall 

fail. 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease  ; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

"fl  H  <fk       HYMN.     4s,  5s  and  8s. 

JLR1P  The  Pilgrim. 

1  PILGRIM  weary, 

Lone  and  dreary 
Hast  thou  found  the  night  ? 
Onward  while  thy  course  pursuing, 
Hast  thou  been  thy  strength  renewing, 
Or  been  cheer'd  by  faintly  viewing 
Some  beacon  light  ? 
103 


CHRISTIAN. 
0  thou  stranger, 


II 


Many  a  danger 
Hourly  have  I  met ; 
Yet  by  foes  unseen  surrounded, 
And  in  many  a  conflict  wounded, 
I  have  never  been  confounded  ; 
Christ  is  my  light. 

3  Morn  is  breaking, 
Nature  waking 

With  her   thousand  tongues  : 
While  the  shades  are  fast  retiring, 
And  the  charms  of  earth  conspiring 
All  to  fill  the  soul  admiring, 
Liste.i  to  her  songs. 

4  Brighter  regions, 
Countless  legions, 

Heaven's  morn  displays; 
On  the  eye  of  faith  are  pouring 
Lofty  heights  and  mansions  tow'ring, 
Spirits  blest,  their  God  adoring; 
Heav'n  is  fill'd  with  praise. 

5  Pleasures  nearer, 
Treasures  dearer, 

Cannot  earth  afford  ? 
Trials  sore  wrill  hence  await  thee, 

104 


CHRISTIAN. 

All  who  love  the  world  will  hate  thee. 
Spirits  foul  will  fiercely  meet  thee, 
By  thy  soul  abhorr'd. 
6  Endless  treasures, 

Boundless  pleasures 
Shall  the  victor  crown  ; 
Onward  still  his  soul  is  flying, 
On  the  Lord  of  life  relying, 
All  the  rage  of  hell  defying; 
Heav'n  will  soon  be  won. 

til  -|  HYMN.     7s 

JL  M.        Privileges  of  Adoption. 

1  BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus' blood; 
They  are  ransom' d  from  the  grave — 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 

•  With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justifi'd  by  grace  ; 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day: 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace. 
In  the  works  of  righteousness ; 

e*  105 


CHRISTIAN. 

They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefil'd : 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heav'nly  birth  ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one  ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 
With  them  number'd  may  v/e  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

||0  HYMN.    L.  M. 

M.  M.&  Faith  our  Guide. 

1  'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as 

night; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,   and   faith  our 
light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  nil  the  way. 

106 


CHRISTIAN. 

1|  O  HYMN.     8s. 

JB_  €jP         Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  TO  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soui  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  : 

0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent,  I  love, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

Ail  glory,  dominion,  and  power  : 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Ah !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 
When  array 'd  in  thy  glories,  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline  : 

5  0  then  shall  the  veil  be  remov'd, 
And    round    me    thy    brightness    be 

pour'd ; 

1  shall  meet  him  whom  absent  I  Iov'd, 
Shall  see  him  whom  unseen  I  ador'd. 

5  And  then  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
107 


CHRISTIAN. 

Which  darken  this  valley,  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

1-g  M  HYMN.     C.  M. 

-H-  *=  The  Power  of  Faith. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly 

bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  ev'ry  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its 

pow'r, 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 
S  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

4  It  shows  the  precious  promise,  seal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  helps  my  feebJe  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
To  endless  glory  rise. 
1G8 


CHRISTIAN. 

1-|  K.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

-H-  •W  Confiding  in  God. 

1  TO  thee,  my  God,  my  heart  shall  bring 

The  lively  grateful  song; 
Attending  kings  shall  hear  me  sing, 
With  rapture  on  my  tongue. 

2  Amid  the  glories  of  thy  name, 

Thy  truth  exalted  shines  ; 
A  faithful  God  thy  words  proclaim 
In  everlasting  lines. 

3  When  in  the  day  of  deep  distress, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  cry'd, 
With  strength  divine,  thy  powerful  grace 
My  fainting  soul  suppli'd. 

4  Thou,  Lord,  wilt  all  my  hopes  fulfil, 

To  thee  the  work  belongs  ; 

Let  endless  mercy  guide  me  still, 

And  tune  my  grateful  songs. 

It  &L  HYMN.     L.M. 

M.  O  The  tiuint's  Hope. 

1  WHAT  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  0  glorious  hour  !  0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 

109 


CHRISTIAN. 

And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

3  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground. 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

1-g  mr  HYMN.     L.  M. 

■"-    ■  Crucifixion  to  the  World. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all   my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  wide  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

110 


CHRISTIAN, 

1-g  £>         HYMN      8s,  7s  and  4s. 
M.  C9  God  the  Pilgri/n's  Guide. 

1  GUIDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  hut  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

1-g  Ck  HYMN.     L.  M. 

-H-  ^  Grateful  recollection,  or  renewal  of  Cov- 
enant. 

1   I  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  his  gracious  ear 
Was  open  to  my  mournful  pray'r  ; 
He  heard  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  bade  my  fainting  heart  rejoice. 
Ill 


CHRISTIAN. 

2  Return,  my  soul,  and  sweetly  rest 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  breast ; 
The  riches  of  his  grace  adore, 

And  tell  his  wond'rous  mercies  o'er. 

3  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord  ? 
Or  how  his  matchless  grace  record  ? 
To  him  my  grateful  voice  I'll  raise, 
And  pour  libations  to  his  praise. 

4  His  crowded  courts  shall  see  me  pay 
The  vows  of  my  distressful  day ; 

In  life  and  death,  the  saints  shall  find 
Their  guardian  God  forever  kind. 

"1  &,€%  HYMN.     L.  M. 

M.  &t^Jr         Inconstant  Heart  lamented, 

1  AH !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 
Thus  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Jesus,  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And,  at  thy  feet  repenting,  mourn : 
There  let  me  view  thy  pard'ninglove, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

2  0  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 

Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 

Bid  ev'ry  earthly  charm  depart, 

And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart. 

112 


CHRISTIAN. 

16>|j  HYMN.     C.  M. 

r*'-"-  Joys  departed. 

L  SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Appli'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  pray'r,  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  Rise,  Lord,  now  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

t£>£>  HYMN.     C.  M. 

>*&&>  Seeking  God. 

1  OH,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place. 
Where  I  might  find  my  God; 
113 


CHRISTIAN. 

I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leave  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones  ; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 

1QZ&&  HYMN.    CM. 

s&€&  Peeking  Help  in  God. 

1  FROM  the  dark  borders  of  despair, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  cry ; 
Wilt  thou,  in  pity,  hear  my  pray'r 
And  every  plaintive  sigh. 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  dwells  with  thee 

Hope  dawns  amid  my  fears ; 
114 


CHRISTIAN. 

£Divine  forgiveness,  large  and  free, 

Shall  stay  my  flowing  tears. 
As  those  who  wait  with  longing  eyes, 

To  see  the  cheerful  morn ; 
So  shall  my  ardent  wishes  rise, 

Till  thou,  my  God,  return. 
Let  ali  the  saints  upon  the  Lord 

With  cheerful  hope  recline  ; 
I  For  pow'r  and  mercy,  in  his  word, 

With  boundless  glory  shine. 

'{QtA  HYMN.     CM. 

Ls4&/Lda:     Prayer  for  quickening  Grace. 

OH !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame  ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  lamb  ! 
What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy M! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  a  cheerless  void, 

The  world  can  never  fill. 
!  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 
t  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
115 


CHRISTIAN. 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 
5  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  G 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb- 

S6$PL  HYMN.     S.M. 

****  "  Watch  and  pray.  ' 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  viet'ry  won, 
Nor  lay  thy  armour  down  ; 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

1*24?  HYMN.     L.  M. 

^^  Help  in  God  alone, 

1  HOW  long,  0  Lord,  shall  I  complai 
Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vaii 
How  long  my  soul  thine  absence  mow 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return  ? 
116 


CHRISTIAN. 

Tow  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
3e  with  these  anxious  thoughts  opprest? 

*  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
il sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

[ear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
'hy  mercy  now  shall  end  my  grief; 
:'or  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 
i  .nd  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 

Hiate'er  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 
'hou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
[ly  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 
Iy  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 

I  m  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*  »       Desiring  the  Presence  of  God. 

i  [EAR,   gracious    God,    my  humble 

moan, 
'   To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs; 
l  Phen  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone, 
And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 
ty  God — 0  could  I  make  the  claim, 
My  Father  and  my  friend, 
.nd  call  thee  mine,  by  ev'ry  name 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ; 
|r  ev'ry  name  of  pow'r  and  love, 
5  I  would  thy  grace  entreat ; 
11T 


CHRISTIAN. 

Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remc 
Nor  leave  the  sacred  seat. 

Yet,    though   my   soul   in   darkn 
mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay ; 
Here  I  would  rest  till  light  return 

Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 


|16$8  HyMN-    C'M- 

.EL  Am  iCy  Submission. 

1  0  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  wj 
And  make  thy  pleasures  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  comms 

Thy  love  forbids  my  fears  ; 
Why  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No — let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee ; 
Thou  never  hast  a  good  withheld. 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Thy  favour,  all  my  journey  throu^ 

Shall  be  my  rich  supply  ; 
What  more  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Let  wisdom  still  deny, 
118 


CHRISTIAN. 

tf»Q  HYMN.  C.  M. 

J**  **        Sickness  and  Recovery. 

L  MY  God,  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 
2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  life  was  hov'ring  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 
1  Calmly  I  bow'd  my  fainting  head 
On  thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 
Pleas'd  to  obey  my  Fathers  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 
I  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God, 
Did  I  my  soul  resign, 
In  firm  dependence  on  that  truth 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  ; 
Nor  will  I  ask  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heav'n  with  thee. 
119 


GOB. 

Ja.  tJP^L^     Praise  from  all  Creatures. 

1  BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  ; 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Almighty  name  ; 
Lo  !  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas,  and 

skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Thou    heav'n    of  heav'ns,    his   vast 

abode, 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  Maker  God 

Ye  thunders,  speak  his  power: 
Lo  !  on   the  light'ning's  fiery  wing, 
In  triumph  walks  th'  eternal  King  ; 

Th'  astonish'd  worlds  adore. 

3  Ye  deeps,  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies, 

Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whisp'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing, 
Ye  feather'd  warblers  of  the  spring, 

120 


GOD. 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with 
gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
Till  heav'n  shall  echo  back  the  sound 

In  songs  of  holy  joy. 

-A  O)  J  HYMN.     S.  M. 

M.  ^9  M.         P raise  from  Creatures. 

I       LET  ev'ry  creature  join, 
To  praise  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

I       Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon,  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise- 

\      He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
1        And  ever  speak  his  name. 
f  121 


GOD. 


4       By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  express'd  ; 
But  saints  who  taste  his  saving  love 
Should  sing  his  praises  best- 

|Q^         HYMN.     Gs  and  4s. 

M.*3<&  Invocation. 

1  COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days. 

2  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart? 
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GOD. 

And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  pow'r. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  : 
His  sovereign  majesty, 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

3*B  HYMN.     6s  and  7s. 

£2>         Praise  from  all  Creation. 

ANGELS,  assist  to  sing 
The  honours  of  your  God  ; 
Touch  ev'ry  tuneful  string,     ' 
And  sound  his  name  abroad : 

Pour  the  trembling  notes  along ; 

Swell  the  grand  immortal  song. 

And  ye  of  meaner  birth, 

Your  joyful  voices  raise ; 

Inhabitants  of  earth, 

Your  great  Creator  praise  : 
Let  your  loud  hosannas  rise, 
Shake  the  earth  and  pierce  the  skies. 

Let  day  and  dusky  night, 
In  solemn  order  join 
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GOD. 

His  praises  to  recite, 

And  speak  his  power  divine  i 

Ev'ry  hill  and  ev'ry  vale, 

Echo  with  the  sacred  tale. 
4       Let  ev'ry  creature  sing 
The  honours  of  our  God  ; 
Touch  ev'ry  tuneful  string, 
And  spread  his  praise  abroad : 

Pour  the  trembling  notes  along ; 

Swell  the  universal  song. 

~t*\4L         HYMN.    H.  M. 

JL  €B^x     God's  Goodness  and  Trutlu 

1  SING  to  the  Lord  most  high  ; 
Let  ev'ry  land  adore  ; 

With  grateful  voice  make  known 
His  goodness  and  his  power: 

With  cheerful  songs 

Declare  his  ways, 

And  let  his  praise 

Inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy ; 
With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 
He  form'd  us  with  his  hand, 
And  quicken'd  by  his  word  ; 

With  wide  command, 
He  spreads  his  sway 
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GOD. 

O'er  ev'ry  sea 

And  ev'ry  land. 
His  bands  provide  our  food 
And  ev'ry  blessing  give  ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care, 
And  in  bis  pastures  live : 

With  cheerful  songs 

Declare  his  ways, 

And  let  his  praise 

Inspire  your  tongues. 
Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
While  earth  and  heav'n  shall  last, 
His  promises  endure: 

With  wide  command, 

He  spreads  his  sway 

O'er  ev'ry  sea 

And  ev'ry  land. 


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HYMN.    H.  M. 

Praise  in  Zion. 


IN  Zion's  sacred  gates, 
Let  hymns  of  praise  begin, 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love 
In  ceaseless  beauty  shine. 
In  mercy  there 
While  God  is  known, 
125 


GOD. 

Before  his  throne 

With  songs  appear. 

2     In  heav'nly  courts  above, 

Ye  angels  lift  your  voice, 

Let  heav'nly  harps  resound, 

And  happy  saints  rejoice. 

The  glories  sing, 

That  ever  shine 

With  pomp  divine 

Around  your  King. 

l]  Dl|  HYMN.     H.  M. 

JL€***         Rejoicing  in  God. 

1  TO  your  creator  God, 
Your  great  preserver,  raise, 
Ye  creatures  of  his  hand, 
Your  highest  notes  of  praise  : 

Let  ev'ry  voice 
Proclaim  his  pow'r. 
His  name  adore, 
And  loud  rejoice. 

2  Let  ev'ry  creature  join 
To  celebrate  his  name, 
And  all  their  various  pow'rs 
Assist  th1  exalted  theme. 

Let  nature  raise, 
From  ev'ry  tongue, 
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GOD. 

A  gen'ral  song 
Of  grateful  praise. 

3  But  oh  !  from  human  tongues 
Should  nobler  praises  flow ; 
And  ev'ry  thankful  heart 
With  warm  devotion  glow  : 

Your  voices  raise 
Above  the  rest ; 
Ye  highly  blest, 
Declare  his  praise. 

4  Assist  me,  gracious  God, 
My  heart,  my  voice  inspire, 
Then  shall  I  grateful  join 
The  universal  choir : 

Thy  grace  can  raise 
My  heart,  my  tongue, 
And  tune  my  song 
To  lively  praise. 

1«$ *f  HYMN.    L.  M. 

O  i  .Majesty  of  God. 

1  COME,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays, 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise  ; 
But  O,   what  tongue   can  speak   his 

fame  ? 
What   mortal    verse    can    reach   the 
theme  ? 

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GOD. 

2  Enthron'd  amidst  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 
Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Omnipotence  with  wisdom  shines  ; 
His  works,  through   all  his  wond'rou^ 

frame, 
Bear  the  great  impress  of  his  name. 

4  Rais'd  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  list'ning  worlds  repeat  the  song. 

-J  OC  HYMN.    H.  M. 

-*-  ^*  ^  Perpetual  Praise. 

1  TO  thee,  great  source  of  light, 
My  thankful  voice  I'll  raise  ; 
And  all  my  powers  unite 

To  celebrate  thy  praise  : 
And,  till  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
May  praise  employ  my  ev'ry  breath 

2  And  when  this  feeble  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  dust, 

My  soul  shall  dwell  among 
The  spirits  of  the  just ; 
12S 


GOD. 

Then,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
In  nobler  strains  I'll  sing  thy  love. 

1«5C|  HYMN.    7s. 

^JP  %J?         Praise  for  Temporal  Mercies. 

1  PRAISE  to  God  !  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  : 
Bounteous  source  of  ev'ry  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 

From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores  ; — 

3  These  to  that  dear  source  we  owe 
Whence  our  sweetest  comforts  flow ; 
These,  through  all  my  happy  days, 
Claim  my  cheerful  songs  of  praise. 

H  J.O  HYMN.    H.  M. 

jL/datxJF     Perfections  of  God's  Government. 

1     THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high  : 
The  garments  he  assumes, 
Are  light  and  majesty. 
His  glories  shine 
With  beams  sobright? 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  sight. 
f*         129 


GOD. 

The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 

And  wfiere  his  love 

Resolves  to  bless, 

His  truth  confirms, 

And  seals  the  grace. 

Through  all  his  perfect  works 
Surprising  wisdom  shines  ; 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs  ; 

Strong  is  his  arm, 

And  shall  fulfil 

His  great  decrees, 

His  sovereign  will. 

And  can  this  mighty  King  ■ 
Of  glory  condescend, 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 

I  love  his  name, 

I  love  his  word  : 

Join  all  my  pow'rs, 

And  praise  the  Lord. 
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GOD. 

|  J|  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JcL  TC  JL      Rejoicing  in  God  our  Father. 

1  COME,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace, 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Soon  shall  you  join  the  glorious  theme. 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends ; 
Calls  you  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 
His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear  ? 
Not  thus  could  heav'n's  sweet  harmony 
Delight  my  list'ning  ear. 

4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  ev'ry  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow  ; 
And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 

t  A$&  HYMN.    S.  M.  D. 

JL  rab^i   Spiritual  and    temporal  Alercies, 

1  0  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul; 
Let  all  within  me  join  ; 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favours  are  divine. 
'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 
*Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
131 


GOD. 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 

And  makes  thee  young  again, 
2  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  who  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 

Hath  sovereign  pow'r  to  save. 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 

And  without  praises  die. 

*i  /■  Q  HYMN.     C.  M. 

J.  ^t€B  The  Grandeur  of  God. 

1  THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  all  his  works  appears ; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we 
trace, 
His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 

2  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heav'n  your  eye, 

Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 
His  glory  boundless  as  the  sky, 
O'erwhelms  the  wond'ring  view. 

3  He  bows  the  heav'ns, — the  mountains 

stand 
A  highway  for  their  God  ; 
He  walks  amidst  the  desert  land, — 
'Tis  Eden  where  he  trod. 
132 


GOD. 

In  ev'ry  stream,  his  bounty  flows 
Diffusing  joy  and  wealth; 

In  ev'ry  breeze,  his  Spirit  blows 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

Ye  nations  bend — inrev'rence  bend; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 

To  celebrate  your  God. 

HYMN.    C;  M. 

JVouden-  of  God's  Love. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good  ; 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  ber  elits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
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GOD. 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 

With  bliss  divinely  free. 
8  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honours  shall  we  raise  ? 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 

Can  render  equal  praise. 

\A-%  HYMN      S.  M. 

A^at^JP      j^jie  presence  of  God  desired. 

1  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

3  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

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1J|*  HYMN.    L.  M. 

Ta:Ur     Power  arid  goodness  of  Goa. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  pow'r  and  goodness  sound* 
Through  all  your  tribes,   the  earth 

around. 

2  Let  the  high  heav'ns  your  songs  in- 

vite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 
Where  sun,    and  moon,  and  planets 

roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  But  oh !  that  brighter  world  above  ! 
There  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love; 
This  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

"I  zCT  HYMN.    C.  M. 

-H-  ^^  <*  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  LORD,  when   my  raptur'd  thought 

surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise. 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes. 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
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GOD. 

Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  On  me  thy  providence  has  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays  ; 
0  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

4  All  bounteous  Lord,  thy  grace  impart; 

0  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts  with  ever  grateful  heart ; 
And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 

-f    A  Q  HYMN.     S.  M. 

JL  *-&.  C?     God  my  Creator  and  Benefactor. 

1  MY  Maker  and  my  King, 
To  thee,  my  all  I  owe ; 

Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring 
From  whence  my  blessings  flow. 

2  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 
On  thee  alone  I  live  ; 

My  God,  thy  benefits  demand 

More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

3  0  !  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine  ; 
Let  all  my  pow'rs  to  thee  aspire, 
And  all  my  days  be  thine. 
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GOD, 

"f  A  Q  HYMN.     C.  M. 

JLTfcijr  Thanks  for  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 

Kind  guardian  of  my  days, 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 

In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  pray'r. 

3  Yet  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favours  more  divine  ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

4  When  blest  with  that  transporting 

view, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me, 
For  this  sweet  hope,  what  praise  is 

due, 
O  God  of  grace,  to  thee  ? 

5  Now  shall  my  joyful  pow'rs  unite, 

In  more  exalted  lays, 
Till  I  shall  join  the  sons  of  light. 
In  everlasting  praise. 
137 


GOD. 

1   ^TfcO  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JL  %J&\F  Gods  presence  is  Light  in  Darkness. 

1  MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights  ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star 
And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss ; 
When  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his . 

f]  ft, 1  HYMN.    C.  M.  D. 

JL  «J>  JL  Thirsting  after  God. 

1  WHEN  fainting  in  the  sultry  waste, 

And  parch'd  with  thirst  extreme, 
The  weary  pilgrim  longs  to  taste 

The  cool  refreshing  stream  ; 
So  longs  the  weary,  fainting  mind, 

Oppress'd  with  sins  and  woes, 
Some  soul-reviving  spring  to  find, 

Whence  heav'nly  comfort  flows. 

2  Oh,  may  I  thirst  for  thee,  my  God, 

With  ardent,  strong  desire  ; 
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152 


GOD. 

And  still,  through  all  this  desert  road, 
To  taste  thy  grace  aspire. 

Then  shall  my  pray'r  to  thee  ascend, 
A  grateful  sacrifice ; 

My  mourning  voice  thou  wilt  attend, 
And  grant  me  full  supplies. 

HYMN.    L.  M. 

Imploring  Divine  Influence. 

1  MY  God,   whene'er  my  longing  heart 
Its  grateful  tribute  would  impart, 

In  vain  my  boldest  thoughts  arise, 
I  sink  to  earth,  and  lose  the  skies. 

2  Thy  name  inspires  the  harps  above, 
With  harmony,  and  praise,  and  love  ; 
That  grace  which  tunes  th'  immortal 

strings, 
Looks  kindly  down  on  mortal  things. 

3  0  let  thy  grace  guide  ev'ry  song, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  tune  my  tongue; 
Then  shall  the  strain  harmonious  flow, 
And  heav'n's  sweet  work  begin  be- 
low. 


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CHRIST. 

1  £Sk^&  HYMN.     CM. 

A*JO  Christ's  Nativity. 

1  MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift,  through  the   vast  expanse,  it: 

flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 

'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  ilew  with  eager  joy, 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good  -will  and  peace  are  heard  through- 
out 
Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 
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CHRIST. 

fl   *%&.  HYMN-     8s  and  7s. 

■-  t^^S:     Christ  the  Saviour  bom. 

fl  HAIL,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art ; 
Long  desir'd  of  ev'ry  nation, 
Joy  of  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Bom  a  child,  yet  God  our  King  ; 
i     Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
I     By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

1KR  HYMN.     7s. 

«J  *£  Song  of  the  Angels. 

1  HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild ; 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd.  " 


Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies ; 
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CHRIST. 

With  th'  angelic  hosts,  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  bom  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  peace, 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

1K£t  HYMN.    S.M. 

tJO  <  Good  Will  to  Man." 

1  BEHOLD,  the  grace  appears, 
The  blessing  promis'd  long  ; 

Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 
In  their  triumphant  song. 

2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth; 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

3  In  worship  so  divine 

Let  saints  employ  their  tongues  ; 
With  the  celestial  hosts  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 
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CHRIST. 

4       "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  ; 
Good-will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth." 

IK  &  HYMN.     H.  M.  _ 

*-**  •  Joy  at  ImmcmveV s  Birth. 

1  HARK  !  hark  !— the  notes  of  joy 
Roll  o'er  the  heav'nly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 

For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  known ; 
Loud    sound   the    harps    around    the 

throne. 

2  Hark  !    hark  ! — the    sounds    draw 

nigh, 
The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 
To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 

He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 

He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 
Let  ev'ry  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 
What  pity  he  can  show  ; 

Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 

Bear  the  si  ad  news  from  pole  to  pole* 

143 


CHRIST. 

4       Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 
To  great  Immarmel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  all  his  grace  proclaim ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  ev'ry  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we   sing. 

t  ^m&  HYMN.     C.  M. 

JL  *3  <3         The  Redeemer's  Message. 

1  HARK  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 

comes, 
The  Saviour,  promis'd  long  ! 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him,  the  Spirit  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom,  and   might,  and  zeal,  and 
love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heav'n's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

144 


CHRIST. 

J  Pi**  HYMN.        lis  and  10s. 

JL  *J  *?  Star  of  the  East. 

1  BRIGHTNESS    of  glory,  thou  God 

of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us 
thine  aid  ; 
Shine  like  the  star,  the  horizon  adorn- 
ing ; 

Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer 
is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew  drops  are 

shining ; 
Low  lies  his  head,  with  the  beasts 
of  the  stall ; 
Sages  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclin- 
ing; 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour 
of  all. 

3  Say,   shall  they   yield  him,  in  costly 

devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  ofPrings  di- 
vine ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of 
the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from 
the  mine  ? 
g  145 


CHRIST. 

4  Vainly  they  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts,  would  his  favour 

secure, 

Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God,  are  the  pray'rs  of  the 
poor. 

t  fifh  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JLvPx-F  Jesus  my  Trust. 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heav'n  should  hear 

2  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  healing  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

3  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  expiring  breath  ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine 


arms 


The  antidote  of  death. 

Iff*  -tf  HYMN.     8s  and  6s. 

^  -IL      TJie  Excellency  of  Christ. 

1  0,  COULD  I    speak   the   matchless 
worth, 
0,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 
146 


CHRIST. 


Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heav'nly  strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

1  '        In  notes  that  are  divine. 
i 

2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  v/ould,  to  everlasting  days, 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

1 3  Soon  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me 
home, 
And  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then,  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend 
Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Ig^O  HYMN.     C.  M.  D. 

WwJmi     God  reconciled  in  Christ. 

1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 

Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 
'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death, 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
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CHRIST. 

:Tis  by  thine  interceding  breathy 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

2  'Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 

Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 
But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 

His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

S  fifcl  HYMN.    C.  M. 

-■-  *J  *&         Sun  of  Righteousness. 

1  RISE,  glorious  Sun,  supremely  bright, 

Diffuse  thy  rays  abroad  ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  gloomy  night, 
And  show  the  heav'nly  road. 

2  With  healing  in  thy  wings,  arise 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine ; 
Oh,  pour  thy  glories  from  the  skies, 
And  give  me  life  divine. 

3  Though  thorns  and   briers,  pits  and 

snares, 
Beset  the  path  I  go, 
One  ray  of  thine  dispels  my  fears, 
And  guides  me  safely  through. 
148 


CHRIST. 

1  A/1-  HYMN.    S.  M. 

M.  VPtBt      Christ  will  hear  Prayer. 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 
The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 

Invites  us,  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 
To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 
We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 

Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Jesus  the  Lord  will  hear 
His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 

Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 
And  never  faint  in  pray'r ; 

He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 

|^K  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JL  H_f  f.3    Christ  the  living  Fountain. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream    * 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

149  *  . 


CHRIST. 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

3  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping  falt'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

4  Dear,  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom' d  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

1  4fttfm  HYMN.     S.  M. 

JULP^LF  Preserving  Grace. 

1  TO  God,  the  only  wise, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 
Unblemish'd  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 
150 


CHRIST. 

4  "  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne ; 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 
Wisdom  with  pow'r  belongs ; 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 

|ftW  HYMN.    L.  M. 

J-^P  &  Love  of  Christ. 

1  I  WAS  a  traitor  doom'd  to  die, 
Bound  to  endure  eternal  pains  ; 
When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Was  mov'd  by  love,  and  broke  my 

chains. 

2  Did  melting  pity  stoop  so  low, 

The  Lord  from  heav'n  pour  out  his 

blood, 
To  save  our  rebel  race  from  wo, 
And  be  our  Advocate  with  God? 

3  Infinite  mercy!  boundless  love  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies ; 
The  Son  of  God,  his  grace  to  prove, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  groans,  and  dies. 

151 


CHRIST. 

|fiC  HYMN.    7s. 

M.  %J  C9  The  good  Shepherd. 

1  TELL  me,  Shepherd,  from  above, 
Dearest  object  of  my  love, 
Where  thy  little  flocks  abide, 
Shelter' d  by  thy  bleeding  side. 

2  Tell  me,  Saviour  all  divine, 
Where  I  may  my  soul  recline  ; 
Where  I  shall  for  refuge  fly, 
When  the  burning  sun  is  high. 

3  Claim  me,  Shepherd,  as  thine  own, 
Oh,  protect  me,  thou  alone  ; 

Let  me  hear  thy  gracious  voice; 
Make  my  fainting  heart  rejoice. 

|£iQ  HYMN.    7s. 

JL  h5  £r   "  The  Day-spring  from  on  High.''1 

1  CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true  the  only  light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ; 
Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
"  Day-spring  from  on  high,"  be  near  ; 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me  ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 
Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 

152 


CHRIST. 

Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Cheer  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 
3  Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 
Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine; 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

1WA  HYMN.     S.  M. 

6  \f    »  TJie  Light  of  the  World." 

1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night 
That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 

Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise. 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  : 
But  in  his  righteousness  array'd, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways  ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  : 

He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain, 
g*  153 


CHRIST. 

5       Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy    sovereign  power,    thy   healing 
grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood. 

1m  -g  HYMN.     C.  M. 

•   JL  »  pead  of  great  Price." 

1  YE  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view — 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  flatfring  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

4  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  everbless'd. 

5  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
154 


CHRIST. 

Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine. 

1WO  HYMN.    8s. 

i  J&  The  Hiding  Place. 

1  HAIL,   Sovereign  Love,  that  form'd 

the  plan 
To  save  rebellious,  ruin'd  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  weapons  lifted  high  ; 
I  madly  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Regardles  of  a  hiding-place. 

3  Yet  when  God's  justice  rose  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  burning  mount  I  flew: 
Keen  were  the  pangs  of  my  distress ; 
The  mountain  was  no  hiding-place. 

4  But  lo  !  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard  ; 
A  bleeding  Saviour  then  appear' d ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, 

I  found  in  him  a  hiding-place. 

5  On  him  the  weight  of  vengeance  fell 
That  else  had  sunk  a  world  to  hell : 
Then,  0  my  soul,  for  ever  praise 
Thy  Saviour  God,  thy  hiding-place. 

155 


CHRIST. 

-g  «<«T>  HYMN.    7s. 

JL  €  «L#  Fulness  of  Christ. 

1  BLEEDING  hearts  defil'd  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean  : 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  opprest, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste ; 
Turn  to  God,  0  turn  and  live, 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wander'd  far 
From  the  light  of  Bethl'em's  star, 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace, 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 
Griev'd,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israeli  rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

5  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour, 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  pow'r  ; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely, 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 

1>y  yfl         HYMN.    5s,  9s  and  6s. 
•  ~Jfc  "  Come  unto  me." 

1     COME,  let  us  draw  near, 
The  Saviour  to  hear 
156 


CHRIST. 

As  he  speaks  in  the  accents  of  love  ; 

1  He  that  cometh  to  me, 

Shall  from  sin  be  set  free, 
And  be  welcom'd  to  mansions  above. 

2  i  Who  in  me  confide 
Shall  safely  outride 

All  the  tempests  that  lower  beneath  ; 

With  the  ransom'd  shall  soar 

To  eternity's  shore, 
And  outrly  all  the  arrows  of  death. 

3  '  Through  me  they  shall  come 
To  their  permanent  home, 

•The  fruition  of  heaven  to  prove  ; 
By  love  they  shall  rise, 
And  look  down  on  the  skies, 

For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love.' 

tmf  K.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

&  **  God's  Love  in  Christ. 

1  THE  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  infiu'nce  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 
157 


CHRIST. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

IS  ^€t  HYMN.     H.  M. 

A  •  O         Mission  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  ev'ry  pious  heart, 
That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  pow'rs  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame  ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 
And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  he  endur'd  no  tongue  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  : 

158 


CHRIST, 

Up  through  the  sky  the  conqu'ror  rode^ 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

1mm  hymn.    c.  M. 

^    «  King  of  Saints. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known, 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  the  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Savior,  crown 'd 

With  glories  ail  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wond'ring  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  When  in  his  earthly  courts,  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

4  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ; 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

im&Z  HYMN.    C  M. 

a  *3         Asking  the  Presence  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 
159 


CHRIST. 

2  How  "should  our  songs,  like  those  a- 

bove, 
With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls  on  wings  of  love 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
.    A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. 

ImQk  HYMN.    C.  M. 

I   <&  Love  to  Christ  desired. 

1  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines; 

But  in  thy  sacred  word, 
I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
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CHRIST. 

Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

4  But  ah  !    too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  ; 
My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 
And  I  again  complain. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

O  come  with  blissful  ray ; 
Break  radiant  through  the   shades  of 
night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

|QA      HYMN.     7s,  6s  and  8s. 

P-  O"  Looking  to  Christ  for  Pardon. 

1   SAVIOUR,  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 
Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart; 

Teach  me,  by  thy  gracious  word, 

My  guilt  and  danger  here  to  own ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone- 

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CHRIST. 

2  See  me.  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love 

Beam  from  thy  gracious  eye ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd,  that  we  might  live  ; 
When  thy  supplicating  cry  • 

To  God  was  heard,  "  Forgive." 
Surely,  with  that  dying  word, 
My  Saviour  turns,  and  says,  'tis  done : 
0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 

fl&l  HYMN.     L.  M. 

M.  (3  M.  Gratitude  to  Christ. 

1  NOW  let  my  soul,  eternal  King  ! 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage, bow; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word,  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

162 


CHRIST. 

3  There  what  delightful  truths  I  read, 
There  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed : 
His  name  salutes  my  list'ning  ear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  For  love  like  this,  oh,  let  my  song 
Through  endless  years  thy  praise  pro- 
long : 

Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

1£}££  HYMN.    CM. 

C9  &       The  Glories  of  the  Lamb. 

1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amidst  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honours  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Thou  hast  redee'm'd  our  souls  with 

blood, 
Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free  ; 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
163 


CHRIST. 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

^  6J*J|  HYMN.     8s. 

_H-<_y*JP         Christ  our  Advocate. 

1  WEARY  of  wand'ring  from  my  God 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 

I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod ; 
To  him,  with  penitence,  I  mourn  : 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  full  of  pard'ning  grace, 
More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin, 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in ; 
Oh  !  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 
And  kindle  my  relentings  now, 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  filial  fears, 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow  ; 
Bend,  by  thy  grace,  0  bend,  or  break 
The  iron  sinew  in  my  neck. 

4  Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart 
That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin, 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart, 
Implant  and  root  it  deep  within; 

164 


CHRIST 

That  I  may  dread  thy  fearful  pow'r, 
And  never  dare  offend  thee  more. 

"I  ^JL        HYMN.     6s  and  4s. 
M.  O^Jb        "  Worthy  the  Lamb:1 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high  : 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply — 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
And  sing  for  ever  more, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

2  Ye,  who  surround  the  throne, 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name : 
Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
165 


CHRIST. 

4       Soon  must  we  change  our  place^ 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
To  him  bur  songs  we'll  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

H  H  %  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JL  C9  *$  Praise  from  Saints  and  Angels. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are   their 
tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

A.nd  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
166 


CHRIST. 

~!  &tfi  HYMN.    L.  M. 

JL  C3  \9"  Blessing  and  honour  unto  the  Lamb." 

1  WHAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sin£ 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ! 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 
The  Prince  of  peace,  that  groan'd  and 

died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched 

men  ; 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  say, Amen. 

IjQW  HYMN.    L.  M. 

C9   *     Christ  our  High  Priest  and  King. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 
And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans' d  our  foulest  sins? 
And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

167 


CHRIST, 

3  To  Jesus  our  atoning  priest. 
To  Jesus  our  superior  King, 
Be  everlasting  pow'r  confess'd  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

j££         HYMN.     83  and  7s. 
JL  O  (3  The  Love  of  Christ. 

1  HARK !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above- 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heav'n  rejoices  ; 
Jesus  reigns — the  God  of  love  ; 
See  he  sits  on  yonder  throne, 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail  !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above — and  gives  it  worth  ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 
Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on 

earth; 

When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever — 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing,  from  thy  love,  shall  sever 
Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine 

own ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destin'd  to  behold  thy  face. 
168 


CHRIST. 

Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing, 
Bring,  Oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 

When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 
Heav'n  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ; 
Then  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing 
Glory — glory  to  our  King. 

?i  ^O         HYMN.    8s  and  7s. 

L&*J     u  The  Light  of  the  World:' 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwel- 
ling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath : 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
1  Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

J  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing  ; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  thy  favour 
1      To  the  ransom'd,  helpless  race  ; 
Come, thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour; 
Come,  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 
h  169 


CHRIST. 

3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince ; 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Ev'ry  burden'd  soul  release  : 
Ev'ry  weary,  wand'ring  spirit, 

Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

t  O^  HYMN.    H.  M. 

X  *y\JP  Christ  our  King. 

1  REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  sing. 
And  triumph  evermore : 

Lift  up  the  heart, 
Lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud, 
Ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  : 

Lift  up  the  heart, 

Lift  up  the  voice, 

Rejoice  aloud, 

Ye  saints,  rejoice.. 
170 


CHRIST, 

3  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 
Shall  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 
And  ev'ry  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 

-     Lift  up  the  heart, 
Lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud, 
Ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 

We  soon  shall  hear 
Th'  archangel's  voice ; 
The  trump  of  God 
Shall  sound,  rejoice. 

^  £&  ~&  HYMN.     L.  M. 

JL  «7  JL  The  Way  to  Heaven. 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  i  Behold  the  way  to  God/ 

171 


192 


CHRIST. 

HYMN.    12s. 
Free  Grace. 


1  THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "es- 

cape to  the  mountain," 
For  Adam's  lost  race,    Christ  hath 

open'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  uncleanness — for  every 

transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams 
of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the   Lamb  !  he  hath 

purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him   again  when  we 
pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  0,  flee  to 

the  Saviour ! 
He  calls  you  in  mercy — 'tis  infinite 

favour  ; 
Your  sins   are  increasing;  escape  to 

the  mountain — 
His  blood  can   remove   them,   which 
flows  from  the  fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the   Lamb — he  hath 

purchas'd  our  pardon ; 
We'll  praiss  him  again  when  we 
pass  over  Jordan. 
172 


CHRIST. 

3  O  Jesus,  ride  on  triumphantly    glori- 
ous, 
O'er  sin,  death  and  hell,  thou  art  more 

than  victorious  ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great 

congregation, 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout 
of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the   Lamb — he  hath 

purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again  when   we 
pass  over  Jordan. 

»  HYMN.     7s  and  6s. 

*  Praise  to  tlie  Saviour. 

TO  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favour, 

Almighty  King  of  kings  ; 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

Soon  as  the  morn,  with  roses, 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast ; 
173 


CHRIST. 

My  voice  in  supplication, 

Well  pleased,  thou  shalt  hear, 

O,  grant  me  thy  salvation, 
And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

"I  C|/g_  HYMN.    L.  M. 

JL  ^TS:         Glory  and  Grace  in  Christ. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul ;  awake,  my  tongue; 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  Grace  ! — 'tis  a    sweet,  a  charming 

theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heav'ns  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

3  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  I  his  beauties  shall  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

|QR:  HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 

JL  «Jr  *3  •<  He  is  precious." 

1  HAIL,  thou  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
Thy  redeeming  love  I  sing  ; 
To  my  soul,  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

174 


CHRIST. 

Oh  !  how  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  Once,  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd,  in  sin  I  lay  ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way, 

Still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  that  way. 

3  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heav'n, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness  ; 
Love  I  much  ?  ah  !  much  forgiv'n, 
Pm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Much  forgiv'n, 
Pm  a  miracle  of  grace. 
H  Qft  HYMN.    C.  M. 

JB_  t/U  Christ  precious. 

1  HO  W  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
175 


CHRIST. 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

4  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

"fl  Cfe  T  HYMN.    L.  M. 

Rjy  A  «/,.  Him  is  life/7 

1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 
And  fainting  hope  almost  expires, 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes — 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives  ; 

'   Here  let  me  build,  aud  rest  secure. 

3  Here,  0  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose  ! 
If  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 

Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

|QQ  HYMN.     H.  M. 

M.  «J  (3       Prophet.  Priest  aud  King. 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 

176 


CHRIST. 

That  ever  mortals  knew. 
Or  aDgels  ever  bore  ; 

All  are  too  mean, 

To  speak  his  worth ; 

Too  mean  to  set 

The  Saviour  forth. 

Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 
Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  name 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  : 

The  joyful  news 

Of  sins  forgiv'n, 

Ofhellsubdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n. 
Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  shed  his  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  needs 
No  sacrifice  beside. 

His  precious  blood 

Did  once  atone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads, 

Before  the  throne. 
O  thou  almighty  Lord, 
Our  conq'ror  and  our  King; 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  we  sing  : 
h*         177 


CHRIST. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r— 
Oh  make  us  sit 
In  willing  bonds, 
Beneath  thy  feet. 

|QQ        HYMN.     S.  M. 

M.  *2*J     Christ  cur  Sacrifice. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine  ; 

While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

/-0»  v>  xx         kongs  of  Heaven. 

1  Y£  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
And  view  my  ImmanuePs  face, 
17S 


CHRIST. 

In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known  ; 
Oh  !  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  giory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat. 

3  He   snatch' d  you    from  hell  and   the 

grave  : 
He  ransom'd  from  death  and  despair ; 
For  you  he  is  mighty  to  save — 
And  faithful  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

4  0  when  will  (he  moment  appear, 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
For  I  to  your  Saviour  belong. 

5  I'm  fetterd  and  cliain'd  here  in  clay — 
I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 

I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see  ! 

^2CI~S  HYMN.     H.M. 

^i\W  _BL    The  Name  of  Jesus  a  sweet  Savour. 

1     PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  I 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 
Is  breath' d  on  every  side  : 

1*79 


CHRIST. 

Balmy  and  rich  the  odours  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth,  and  reach  the  skies. 
2     Ten  thousand  dying  souls 
Its  influence  feel — and  live  ; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 
The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  eonq'ring  King. 

*2£§fP  HYMN.     S.M. 

Jd\Pj&&  Christ's  Mediation. 

1  RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune ; 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds,, 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chose  ; 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruin'd  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by — 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons 
down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

4  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears> 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease  ; 

180 


CHRIST. 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

*2MT|0  HYMN.    L.M. 

J&,\y*J&   Christ's  Sufferings  and  Glory. 

1  NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above, 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  almighty  captive  pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  almighty  captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

4  Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 
Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly 
plains. 

^d%y^St         The  Rock  of  Ages. 

1  ROCK  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
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CHRISS. 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure ; 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow. 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

^2ft£L  HYMN.    L.  M. 

1  'TISmidnight — and,  on  Olive's  brow, 
The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone  ; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and,  from  all  remov'd, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 
182 


CHRIST. 

I  'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 
The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  has  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

t  'Tis  midnight — from  celestial  plains, 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 

SOU  HYMN.     C.  M. 

■&\y^3     Christ  dying  on  the  Cross. 

I   BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
Kow  vast  that  love  that  himinclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

!Hark  !  how  he  groans,  while  nature 
shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ; 
,  The  temple's  veil  asunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 
'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries  : 
See  how  he  bows  his  sacred  head — ■ 

He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 
But   soon   he'll  break   death's  iron 
chain, 

183 


CHRIST. 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 

~*}fbVt  HYMN.     L.  M. 

*M\9  &  "  It  is  finished." 

1  'TIS  finish'd  !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died; 
'Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

^2f6^  HYMN.    L.M. 

,*m\y<3     Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 

1  HE  dies  ! — the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies ; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — - 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ; 
But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 

184 


CHRIST. 

I     Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Say,  "Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask — "0  death,  where  is  thy 

sting  ? 
And    where    thy    vict'ry,    boasting 

grave  ?" 

20®  '    Havs;odte 

1  HARK,  from  yonder  mount  arise 
Notes  of  sadness — Jesus  dies ! 
On  the  cross,  the  Lord  of  lords 
Love  for  guilty  man  records, 

Sinner,  sinner  ! 
Hear  your  Saviour's  dying  words. 

2  l  Mortal !  for  your  guilt  I  die  ; 
Guilt  that  dar'd  your  God  defy  ; 
Blood  for  blood  I  freely  give, 
Death  I  taste,  that  you  may  live.' 

Sinner,  sinner ; 
Free  salvation  now  receive. 

*8H  ft  HYMN.    7s. 

^d  JL  \&         Christ's  Resurrection. 

1  HARK !  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to-day  ! 
J  85 


CHRIST- 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  ; 
Lo  !  the  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 

c  Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?' 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 

'  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  r* 

4  c  Hail,  thou  great  almighty  Lord, 
'  Hail,  thou  blest  incarnate  Word  ; 
1  Hail,  thou  suffering  son  of  God, 
4  Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood.1 

Cfi-g  -g  HYMN.    H.  M. 

^d  JL  _fl_  Jesus  rising  and  reigning. 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
High  rais'd  his  conq'ring  head. 

In  wild  dismay, 
The  guards  around, 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

180 


CHRIST. 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 

Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 

From  realms  of  day, 

To  Jesus'  tomb. 
Then  back  to  heav'n  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear  : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  ! 

Their  anthems  sa}^, 

"  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead  ; 

He  rose  to-day." 
Ye  mortals  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell ; 

Transported  cry, 

"  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead, 

No  more  to  die." 
All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood  ! 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God  ! 
187 


CHRIST. 

With  thee  we  rise, 
With  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain, 
Beyond  the  skies. 

*2  "I  *2  HYMN.    7s. 

^"  &-■&*  Christ's  Resurrection  and  Ascension. 

1  LO  !  the  rock  is  roll'd  away, 
Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey  ; 
See!  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark !  the  wond'ring  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  the  conq'ror  mount  the  skies  ! 
King  of  heav'n,  ascend  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own 

4  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Raise,  0  earth,  your  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand,  thousand  tongues 

a|0  HYMN.    L.  M. 

_Jea  JL  *lP  Christ's  Ascension. 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 

I8S 


CHRIST. 

The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led*, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
4  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way.' 
Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

'  Who  is  the  .King  of  glory,  who  ?' 
The  Lord,  of  boundless  pow'rpossest. 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest ! 


Q>  "I  /i  HYMN.    C.  M. 

t&  JL  ^Sfc  Coronation. 

1  ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fail ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown,  him  ye  morning  stars  of  light. 

Who  form'd  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Adam's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
189 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Come  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 


HOjLY     SPIRIT. 

£>|  K  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^■■■V         Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove. 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 
4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
190 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Came,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove? 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

2-i  H  HYMN.    S.  M. 

-^-  ^*   Convicting  and  sanctifying  Influences. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 

Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 

And  to  our  wond'ring  View,  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 

And  kindle  in  our  breast  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

Ch-tf  HYMN.     7s. 

vw  JL  8       Spiritual  Light,  Life  and  Peace. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine, 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
191 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  with  thy  heav'nly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burden'd  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

S~l  8  HYMN.    H.  M. 

&)  M.  C5         Promise  of  the  Spirit. 

1  0  THOU,  that  hearest  pray'r, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessings  from  on  high  : 

We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word, 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 
Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they  with  love  sincere, 
Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 

Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer,  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heav'nly  Father — thou — 
We — children  of  thy  grace  ; 

192 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

O,  let  thy  spirit  now 
Descend  and  fill  the  place. 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heav'nly  flame. 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

iTg-g  €h  HYMN.    L.  M. 

K  -*-  <&     Prayer  for  spiritual  Enjoyment. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly 

thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 

O,  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  ; 

0,  soothe  and  cheer  my  burden'd  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 

*2*2dTb  HYMN.    L.  M. 

mi  am\y        Heavenly  Visions  desired. 

1  DESCEND  from  heav'n,  immortal 
Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things, 
i  193 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

2  0  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ? 
There  sits  the   Saviour  crown 'd  with 

light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

3  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 
While  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him 

fall; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the 

man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

4  0  what  amazing  jo}rs  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King! 

££€£"!  HYMN.    L.  M. 

^&  /m/  JBL  '■'■Take  not  thy  Holy  Spirit  from  me.1' 

1  STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Oh  !  I  have  steel'd  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  thus  shook  off  my  guilty  fears; 
And  griev'd  and  urg'd  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years. 

194 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

3  Yet  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 

4  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 
And  raise  me  by  thy  gracious  hand  ; 
O,  guide  my  steps  in  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

^f^C/i  HYMN.    L.  M. 

iJm^mjSm        Prayer  for  Light  and  Guidance. 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly 

Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  ev'ry  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy 

way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  heav'n  our  final  rest, 
Where  we  shall  be  for  ever  blest. 

195 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

SJ^I  HYMN.    L.    M. 

«okJim<tw  The  Comforter. 

1  SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ; 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  ev'ry  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  pow'r  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

3  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 
Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred 

peace  ? 

4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  0  God  of  love, 

And  light  and  heav'nly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

&&/&  HYMN.     7*. 

^m*  /&l1m:  Prayer  for  Light  and  Sanctification. 

1  HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away? 
Turn  my  darkness  into  dav> 
196 


PRAYER. 

Holy  Ghost,  with  pow'r  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 
Holy  Ghost,  with  love  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  ev'ry  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 


PRAYER. 

Q*2^  HYMN.     7s. 

Jid.Jai*$         Social  Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

0  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  f 

Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 

In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 

Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

2  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord,  we  cannot  let  thee  go. 

Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
197 


PRAYER. 

Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

^Pfbfl  HYMN.    7s. 

s&i£d\9  Sin  bewailed. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r  ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise,  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord  !  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

GPfpW  HYMN.     C.  M. 

j&dAsA  A  Seeking  God. 

1  AUTHOR  of  good,  to  thee  we  turn 

Thine  ever-wakeful  eye 
Alone  can  all  our  wants  discern, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  0,  let  thy  love  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  fear  our  footsteps  guide  ; 
193 


PRAYER. 

That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel  ; 
That  fear,  all  fears  beside. 

3  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 
Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good  we  ask  not — Father,  grant, 
The  ill  we  ask — deny. 

228  ,<rHYMN-  L-L» 

-*■■'  ■■■  y—7        b  or  give  us  our  sins. 

1  FORGIVE  us,  Lord,  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
Forgive  us  through  thy  matchless  grace ; 
On  thee  alone  our  souls  rely, 

Be  thou  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

2  Forgive  us,  as  we  now  forgive 
The  ills  we  suffer  from  our  foes  ; 
Restore  us,  Lord,  and  bid  us  live, 
0,  let  us  in  thine  arms  repose . 

3  Forgive  us,  for  our  guilt  is  great, 
Our  wretched  souls  no  merit  claim  ; 
For  sovereign  mercy  still  we  wait, 
And  ask  but  in  the  Saviour's  name- 

4  Forgive  us,  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
Thou  risen,  thou  exalted  Lord  ; 
Thou  great  High  Priest,  our  souls  re- 
deem, 

And  speak  the  pardon-sealing  word. 
199 


PRAYER. 

£>£>€*  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^&s&*J  The  Request. 

1  FATHER,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss, 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  "  Give  us  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  us  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  we  are  thine, 

Our  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  our  journey 
shine, 
And  crown  our  journey's  end." 

<2*lf|  HYMN.     C.  M. 

Jm*3^y  Habitual  Devotion. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting pow'r, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 
200 


REVIVAL. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  ev'ry  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  ev'ry  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  pray'r. 

-5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour' d 
hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 


REVIVAL. 


AO|  HYMN.    8s,  7sand4si 

&  t^  JL         Prayer  for  Ziorts  Increase. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  j 
i*        201 


REVIVAL. 

All  will  come  to  desolation 1 
Unless  thou  return  again  ; 

Lord  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee, 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 

Ev'ry  partlook'd  gay  and  green, 
All  its  plants  by  thee  were  nourish'd; 
Then  how  cheering  was  the  scene. 

Lord,  revive  us; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee- 

*>*!*?  HYMN.     8s  Find  7s. 

j£k€&^A  Love  Divine. 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heav'nlo  earth  come  down? 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown ; 
Jesus  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  uc  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart 
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REVIVAL. 

2  Breathe,  0,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest: 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away  ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

0^|*$  HYMN.    C.  M, 

jda%Jfr£&         Prayer  for  a  Revival. 

1  0  LORD,  thy  work  revive 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour  ; 

And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  pow'r. 

2  0,  let  thy  chosen  few 
Awake  to  earnest  pray'r ; 

Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy    Spirit  then  will  speak, 
Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear, 
Now  listen  to  our  cry  ; 

O,  come,  and  bring  salvation  near ; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 
203 


REVIVAL. 

OQ/f         HYMN.     12s,  lis  and  8s. 

^O^b       The  Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 

1  THE  Prince  of  salvation  in  triumph 
is  riding, 
And  glory   attends  him  along  his 
bright  way  ; 
The  news  of  his  grace  on  the  bree- 
zes are  gliding, 
And  sinners  are  owning  his  sway. 
1  Ride  on  in  thy  greatness,  thou  conquer- 
ing Saviour, 
Let  thousands  of  thousands  submit  to 
thy  reign ; 
Acknowledge  thy  goodness,  entreat  for 
thy  favour, 
And  follow  thy  glorious  train. 
3  Then  sweetly  shall  sound,  from  each 
sanctified  nation, 
The  voices  of  myriads  tun'd  to  thy 
praise ; 
And  heaven  shall   echo  the   songs  of 
salvation, 
In  rich  and  melodious  lays. 

OOR  HYMN.    8s,  7s  and  4s. 

j&*-9%3  Spread  of  'the  Gospel. 

I  NOW  we  hail  the  happy  dawning 
Of  the  gospel's  glorious  light; 
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REVIVAL. 

May  it  take  the  wings  of  morning, 
And  dispel  the  shades  of  night  ; 

Blessed  Saviour, 
Let  our  eyes  behold  the  sight. 

2  Where,  amid  the  desert  dreary, 

Plant,  nor  shrub,  nor  flow'ret  grows, 
There  refresh  the  pilgrim  weary, 
With  the  sight  of  Sharon's  Rose ; 

And  its  beauties 
To  the  longing  eye  disclose. 

3  Where  the  beasts  of  prey  are  prowling, 

And  the  pois'nous  serpents  hiss, 

P  There  exchange  the  dismal  howling, 
For  the  pleasing  calm  of  peace  ; 

And  for  ever 
May  destruction's  empire  cease. 

4  0,  let  all  the  world  adore  thee, 

Universal  be  thy  fame  ; 
Kings  and  subjects  fall  before  thee, 
And  extol  thy  matchless  name  ; 

All  ascribing 
Endless  praises  to  the  Lamb. 

•>*^I3L  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

s&€$\P  Glory  of  the  Church. 

1  GLORIOLTS  things  of  thee  are  spoken5 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 

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REVIVAL. 

He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may' st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 
2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
To  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  his  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver. 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

^Tg^lT  HYMN.    C.  M. 

<&d<£$  §    Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 

Behold  the  jpromis'd  hour  ! 
Her  God   hath  heard   her  mourning 
voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 
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REVIVAL, 

3  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne? 

With  pity  in  his  eyes ; 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan. 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

4  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death  > 

And,  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

f£«£fi  HYMN.     H.  M. 

£dZ^C3  JubUee. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  lands  proclaim* 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ", 

207 


REVIVAL, 

Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 
5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 
Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ! 

2 dO        HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 
€0*9        «  Thy  God  reigneth" 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end ; 

Great  deli v' ranee 
Zion's  King  will  quickly  send. 
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REVIVAL. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 
All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 

|»/4X)  HYMN.    L.  M. 

Mm^m:\x       Sun  of  Righteousness. 

1  O  SUN  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 

2  On  all  around  let  grace  descend, 
Like  heav'nly  dew,  or  copious  show'rs; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend, 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

82 A 1  HYMN.     H.  M. 

^BTt  JSL  u Arise,  shine,  for  thy  light  is  come.1' 

1  O  ZION,  tune  thy  voice, 
And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  ; 
Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh. 
Cheerful  in  God 
Arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad, 
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REVIVAL. 

He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 
With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all- resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  ; 

The  nations  round, 

Thy  form  shall  view, 

With  lustre  new 

Divinely  crown'd. 

In  honour  to  his  name 
Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 
Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright ; 

Pursue  his  praise, 

Till  sovereign  love, 

In  worlds  above, 

The  glory  raise. 

There  on  his  holy  hill 
A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 

While,  round  his  throne, 

Ten  thousand  stars 

In  nobler  spheres 

His  influ'nce  own. 

210 


REVIVAL. 
212  HYMN.    7s. 

1  WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Trav'ler  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star. 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretel  ? 
Trav'ler  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, — ■ 
Promis'd  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Trav'ler!  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Trav'ler  !   ages  are  its  own, 

And  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  , 
Trav'ler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand'rings  cease  : 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home  ; 
Trav'ler !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  peace, 

I  Lo  I  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 
211 


REVIVAL. 

GYA  *{        HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 
.iid^jfc^©  Fountain  of  Life. 

1  SEE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 

Streams  of  living  water  flow  ; 
God  has  open'd  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  plains  below : 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flow 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way; 
Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay  : 

O  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long  expected  day. 

3  Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All-enriching  as  it  goes  ; 
Lo,  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  ; 

Every  object 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

94LA-  HYMN-     8s,  7s  and  6s. 

^TCTr  Departure  of  Missionaries. 

WATCHMEN  !  onward  to  your  sta- 
tions, 
Blow  the  trumpet  long  and  loud ; 
Preach  the  gospel  to  the  nations, 
Speak  to  ev'ry  gathering  crowd  : 
See  !  the  day  is  breaking  ; 
See  the  saints  awaking, 
No  more  in  sadness  bow'd. 
Watchmen  !  hail  the  rising  glory 
Of  the  great  Messiah's  reign  ; 
Tell  the  Saviour's  bleeding  story, 
Tell  it  to  the  list'ning  train  : 
See  his  love  revealing ; 
See  his  Spirit  sealing ; 
•Tis  life  amid  the  slain 
Watchmen  !  as  the  clouds  are  flying, 

As  the  doves  in  haste  return, 
Thousands,  from  amid  the  dying, 
Flee  to  Christ,  his  love  to  learn  : 
All  their  sighs  and  sadness 
Turn  to  joy  and  gladness, 
When  they  his  grace  discern. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

4  Watchmen  !  now  lift  up  your  voices, 
Tell  the  triumphs  of  your  King; 
While  the  ransom'd  host  rejoices. 
Sing  aloud,  his  praises  sing: 
See  his  arm  victorious ; 
See  his  kingdom  glorious, 
While  heav'n's  glad  anthems  ring 

*P/&  P»  HYMN.     12s  and  9s. 

£AH2t*3  Mission  to  Palestine. 

1  THEY   have  gone  to  the  land  where 

the  patriarchs  rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are 
laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  prom- 
ise possess'd, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display 'd ; 
To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sin- 
ners once  trod, 
Where  he  labour'd,  and  languished, 
and  bled  ; 
Where  he  triumph'd  o'er  death,  and 
ascended  to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

2  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the 

gospel's  glad  sound 
Sweetly  tuned  by  the  angels  above, 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Was  re-echo' d  on  earth,  through  the 
regions  around, 
In  accents  of  heavenly  love  ; 
Where  the  Spirit  descended  in  tokens 
of  flame, 
The  rich  gifts  of  his  grace  to  reveal ; 
Where  apostles  wrought  signs  in  Im- 
manuel's  name, 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3  They  have  gone — 0,  thou  Shepherd 
of  Israel — have  gone 
The  glad  mission  in  love  to  restore  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  forsake  them,  nor  leave 
them  alone  ; 
Thy  blessing  we  humbly  implore. 
Thy  blessing  go  with    them — 0,  be 
thou  their  shield 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that 

0  Saviour  of  sinners,    thine  arm  be 
reveal'd 
In  mercy,  in  might,  from  on  high. 
4SAR  HYMN.    L.  M. 

vv^rxl         Christ's  Kingdom  universal. 

1  JESUS  shall  reign,  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run ; 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

His   kingdom  spread  from   shore   to 

shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no 

more. 

2  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

3  Let  ev'ry  creature  rise — and  bring 

Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 

Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 

And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

fjj/g  T  HYMN.     C.  M. 

JSai^m:  A  "  The  Desire  of  all  Nations." 

1  UNBOUNDED  loveliness  is  thine, 


Thou  blessed  Prince  of  grace  ! 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine 

With  never  fading  rays. 
Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  pray'rs  and  vows  ascend 

In  thee  their  wishes  meet 
Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store  ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive 

And  heav'n  can  give  no  more. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

•  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy — 
They  find  their  life  in  thee  ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ, 
Through  all  eternity. 

SdLft  HYMN.     lis. 

idTC  C9  Zion  encouraged. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from 
thy  sadness  ; 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more  ; 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day- 
star  of  gladness, 

Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is 
o'er. 

Strong  were  thy  foes,  but  the  arm  that 
subdu'd  them, 

And  scatter' d  their  legions,  was  migh- 
tier far ; 

They    fled,  like   the   chaff,  from  the 
scourge  that  pursu'd  them  ; 

Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  char- 
iots of  war. 

Daughter  of  Zion,  the  pow'r  that  hath 
sav'd  thee, 

Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be ; 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT, 

Shout!    for  the  foe  is  destroy 'd  that 

enslav'd  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion 

is  free. 

£>/$  Q  HYMN.    L.  M. 

••^Jfc  WW       Prayer  for  the  Millennium. 

1  JESUS,  we  bow  before  thy  throne. 
We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
To    bleeding   hearts    thy  love   make 

known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eyij 
A    world    o'erwhelmed  in    guilt  and 

tears, 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 
And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears. 

3  Lord,  arm  thy  truth  with  pow'r  divine, 
Its    conquests    spread    from    shore  to: 

shore  ; 

Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more 

4  0,  rise,  ye  ransom'd  captives,  rise, 
Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below  ; 

,  Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 
And   heav'n   with  new-born  rapture 
glow. 

218 


MONTHLY  CONCERT, 

&?m  HYMN.    7s  and  6s. 

s&*3\JTli<>  Blessings  of  Christ1  s  Kingdom, 

1  HAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun : 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy} 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight 

3  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go, 

1     And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT* 

4  To  him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever  ; 

That  name  to  us  is — Love. 

*2^Tl  HYMN.     S.  M. 

Jai  *3  -fl.  Tlie  Gospel  Trumpet. 

1  YE  trembling  captives,  hear ! 
The  gospel  trumpet  sounds ; 

No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 
Glad  heav'n  aloud  proclaims  ; 

And  earth,  the  Jubilee's  release, 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

3  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread  ; 
And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands. 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

^BKi*n&  HYMN.    L.  M. 

&*3Ji&         The  Time  to  favour  Zion. 

1  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  thy 

pow'r, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favoured  hour  ; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  star  arise, 
And  poirit  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains ; 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy 

voice ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night; 
Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

*2^«^|  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^st%J?*J>  Returning  to  Zion.   " 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

3  They  come,  they  come  ; — thine  exil'd 

bands, 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

4  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransom'd  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

*2  ^fcJL  HYMN.    L.  M. 

^**-FTb     "  The  isles  shall  wait  for  me." 

1  INDULGENT  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear  ? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear? 

2  Look  down,  0  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolations  round ; 
See,  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
What  scenes  of  wo  and  crime  abound. 

3  Loud  let  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
And  call  the  nations  from  afar ; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 


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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

-f£*i%  HYMN.     S.  M. 

Jsi  <tw  *-9         Prayer  for  all  Lands. 

1  0  GOD  of  sovereign  grace, 

,  We  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 

And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  thy  son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  0  Lord, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

*2,%$l  HYMN.  L.  M. 

&*JP\9  Triumph  of  the  Gospel. 

1 1  ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,   from    thy  throne, 
c  I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !' 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land  of  every  name; 

Let  Zion's  time  of  favour  come ; 
O  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home  : 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake  !  awake  ! 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake, 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Let  hostile  pow'rs  before  thee  fall; 
And  crown  the  Saviour — Lord  of  all 

*M  *m *T  HYMN.     7s  and  6s. 

Ad*3  $  The  condition  of  the  Heathen. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  ev  ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone, 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT 

Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name, 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

^JK*^  HYMN.    L.  M. 

jmitJrCy         Praise  from  all  the  Earth. 

1  FROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word : 
Thy  praise  shall   sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

6>E4C|  HYMN.     C  M. 

*&*J  *J     Christ  ascending  and  reigning, 

1  0  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God  the  sovereign  King  ! 

k#         225 


MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  While   angels  shout,  and  praise  their 

King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own ; 
The  heathen  taste  his  grace. 

4>  tf&fl  HYMN.    7s  and  6s. 

^*%J\P  The  Gospel  Banner. 

1  NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  ev'ry  land  unfurl'd, 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 

Re-echoed  through  the  world  ; 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  nation, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 
Cho.    Now  be  the  gospel  banner,  &c. 
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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

2  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

0  Jesus,  King  of  kings, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favour, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  ; 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  vallies  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 
Cho.     Now  be  the  gospel,  &c. 

0^|  HYMN.    L.    M. 

j&d%$  JL    Prayer  for  Christ's  Presence. 

1  OH,  haste,  with  ev'ry  gift  inspir'd, 
With  glory,  truth,  and  grace  attir'd, 
Thou  star  of  heav'n's  eternal  morn, 
Thou  sun,  whom  beams  divine  adorn. 

2  Assert  the  honour  of  thy  name, 

And  fill  thy  foes  with  fear  and  shame ; 
To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear, 
And  show  thy  pow'r  and  glory  here. 

3  Let  saints  be  glad  before  thy  face, 
And  grow  in  love,  and  truth,  and  grace ; 
Thy  church  shall  blossom  in  thy  sight, 
Yield  fruits  of  peace  and  pure  delight. 

4  Oh,  hither,  then,  thy  footsteps  bend  ?* 
Swift  as  a  roe,  from  hills  descend  \ 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Shine  like  the  Sabbath's  cheerful  ray, 
Till  life  unfolds  eternal  day. 

*2f|*2  HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 

<^  vF^rf         Datvning  of  the  latter  Day. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints,  the  day  is  breaking ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand ; 
God,  the  mighty  God  is  speaking 
By  his  word,  in  ev'ry  land : 

Day  advances, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  pow'r ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world  for  evermore  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore. 

SABEATH. 


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HYMN.     7s. 
The  Sabbath  Morning. 

IN  this  calm  impressive  hour, 
Let  my  pray'r  ascend  on  high, 
God  of  mercy,  God  of  pow'r, 
Hear  me  when  to  thee  I  cry : 

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SABBATH. 

Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ  thy  Son. 

2  With  this  morning's  early  ray, 
While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 
Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

3  0  what  joy  that  word  affords, 

4  Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth  ;' 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
Send  thy  gospel  heralds  forth  : 
Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 
Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

OftA  HYMN.     C.  M. 

mp&Wdk         The  Resurrectiovi  Sabbath. 

1  BLEST  morning,  whose  first   dawn- 

ing rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God  ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

Our  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  broughtj 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 
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SABBATH. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
The  sleeping  conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

tf^jO  fil  HYMN.     L.  M. 

Jri%Pt3      The  earthly  and  heavenly  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  sabbaths,   Lord,   we 

love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,    nor   death    shall    reach   the 

place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred  and  eternal  noon. 

4  Soon  shall  that  glorious  day  begin, 
Bevond  this  world  of  death  and  sin  ; 

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SABBATH. 

Soon  shall  our  voices  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 

*&£lil  HYMN.     H.  M. 

■■"  "  Commencement  of  public  Worship. 

1  NOW,  to  thy  sacred  house 
I  turn  my  willing  feet, 

Where  saints,  with  morning  vows. 

In  full  assembly  meet. 
Thy  pow'r  divine 
Shall  there  be  shown, 
And  from  thy  throne 
Thy  mercy  shine. 

2  0  send  thy  light  abroad  ; 
Thy  truth  with  heav'nly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 
And  guide  my  doubtful  Avay  ; 

I'll  hear  thy  word 

With  faith  sincere, 

And  learn  to  fear 

And  praise  the  Lord. 
Here,  reach  thy  gracious  hand, 
And  all  my  sorrows  heal, 
Here,  health  and  strength  divine, 
0  make  my  bosom  feel  ; 

Like  balmy  dew, 

Shall  Jesus  voice 
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SABBATH, 

My  heart  rejoice 

And  strength  renew. 
4       Now  in  thine  holy  hill, 
Before  thine  altar,  Lord, 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 
The  glories  of  thy  word. 

O  God  of  grace, 

Henceforth  to  thee 
i      My  life  shall  be 

A  hymn  of  praise. 

OtftT  HYMN.    7s. 

&t$  A     TJle  sociai  Worship  of  the  Sabbath. 

1  TO  thy  temple  we  repair, 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there; 
There,  within  the  vail,  we  meet 
Thee  upon  thy  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Tune  our  lips — unloose  our  tongue  ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  pray'rs  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend ; 
Hear  us  when  thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear, — for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

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SABBATH. 

Let  thy  gospel's  wond'rous  love 
Ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  remove. 
5  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn ; 
That  at  evening  we  may  say — 
We  have  walk'd  with  God  to  day. 

Qi$l&  HYMN.     S.  M. 

^&^LFC9    Tlie  Pleasure  of  social  Worship* 

1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  our  Redeemer  God 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  thee  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  thee,  our  pray'rs  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents : 

0  listen  to  our  broken  sighs, 

And  grant  us  all  our  wants. 

*2H^  HYMN.    7s. 

Jka  vir  oJr  Heaven  on  Earth. 

1  LORD  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
E'en  on  earth,  thy  temples  are  ; 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heav'n,  and  much  of  thee. 

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SABBATH. 

From  thy  gracious  presence,  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes  ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire 

Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne, 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known  ; 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus,  with  sacred  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heav'n  we  soar. 

*&*7f%  HYMN.     C.  M. 

Jm  A  \P  Coldness  lamented. 

1  LONG  have  we  heard  the  joyful  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord : 
But  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love, 

How  negligent  our  fear  ; 
How  low  our  hope  of  joys  above, 
How  few  affections  there. 

3  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  pow'r  im- 

part 
To  give  thy  word  success ; 
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MINISTRY. 

Write  thy  salvation  in  each  heart, 
And  make  us  learn  thy  grace. 
4  Shew  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high, 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  de- 
cay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

MINISTRY. 

€JP)*l\  HYMN.     S.  M. 

Wm  »  M.    Ministers  exhorted  and  encouraged. 

1  YE  messengers  of  Christ, 
His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 

Rise  and  follow  where  he  leads  ; 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 
Will  needful  strength  bestow  ; 

Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  fame  ; 
Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace  ; 

Proclaim  salvation  full  and  free 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 
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MINISTRY. 

4       Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 

The  cause  is  God's — and  will  prevail. 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

*2T*2  HYMN.     5s  and  6s. 

.<«■  •  -<«■         God's  Servants  exhorted. 

1  YE  servants  of  God, 
Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 
His  wonderful  name ; 

The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol  ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 
Almighty  to  save  ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh, 
His  presence  we  have  ; 

The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God 
Who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud 

And  honour  the  Son  ; 
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MINISTRY* 

Immaniiel's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces^ 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  him  his  right, 

All  glory  and  pow'r, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honour  and  blessing 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

HYMN.     S.  M. 

The  Heralds  of  Christ. 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.' 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice. 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Ferusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
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BT3 


MINISTRY. 

4     The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

4>2T4-  HYMN.     S.  M.    D. 

■<■■  ^  ^"^     A  Minister's  Love  to  the  Church. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 
If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 
My  voice  or  hands  deny, 

These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake. 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ; 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  wo, 
Let  ev'ry  joy  this  heart  forsake, 

And  ev'ry  grief  o'erflow. 

3  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
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SCRIPTURES. 

For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  pray'rs  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  care,  and  toils  be  giv'n, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 


SCRIPTURES. 


&p*¥  £*  HYMN.    C.  M. 

Jesk  B  *3     The  Bible  suited  to  our  Wants. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  0,  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
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SCRIPTURES, 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see^ 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  instructer,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

^Tft  HYMN.     C.  M. 

Jm  m  \3   Comfort  to  the  Guilty  and  Afflicted. 

1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  'Tis  abroad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, — 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have  ; 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 
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SCRIPTURES. 

f%*Z*%  HYMN.     C.  M. 

Jai  &    *  Revelation  welcomed. 

1  HAIL,  sacred  truth,  whose  piercing 

rays 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world, 
The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wand'ring  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh  !  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad. 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

CP^ft  HYMN.    C.  M. 

IB  »  ^         Tlie  Bible,  our  Light. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  giv'n ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts. 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 
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MORNING 


This  lamp,  through  all   the   tedious 
night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  heav'n's  eternal  dav. 


MORNING  AND  EVENING 

<27Q  HYMN.    7s. 

Aa  §  tJ  Morning  Thanks. 

1  THOU  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 
Kindly  aid  my  morning  song ; 
Thankful,  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry  ; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed, 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night 
'Twas  thy  hand  restor'd  the  light ; 
Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray ; 
O,  preserve  me  through  the  day ; 

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AND  EVENING. 

Dangers  ev'ry  where  abound, 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display  ; 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 

2£{|  HYMN.     S.  M. 

Cy  \r       Prayer  for  spiritual  Light. 

1  WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Thou  Day-Star  from  on  high ; 

The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 

Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  0,  let  thy  rising  beams 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light. 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 
How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — ■ 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change. 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve 
To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last 

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MORNING 

*2jQ1        *    HYMN.    S.  M, 

«esa  <J?  JL     Morning  Prayer  Meeting. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay. 
Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 

When,  at  the  hour  of  rising  day, 
Christians  unite  in  pray'r. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 
Up  to  Jehovah's  throne ; 

He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray, 
Before  the  morning  light ; 

Once,  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down, 
To  rescue  souls  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 

Q&O  HYMN.    S.  M» 

Jd  0<&  Morn  ing  Meditation. 

1  AWAKE,  my  drowsy  soul, 
These  airy  visions  chase ; 

Awake,  my  active  pow'rs,  renew'd, 
To  run  the  heav'nly  race. 

2  See  how  the  rising  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 

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AND  EVENING. 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray ! 
Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Her  heav'nly  parent  sing; 

And  to  her  great  original 

Her  humble  tribute  bring. 

4  Serene,  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  preserver  near. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  to  thy  cross, 
I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 

Ting'd  with  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

0|3«E|  HYMN.    L.  M. 

^ssiKyiLP         An  Evening  Sacrifice. 

1  GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 

0,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded,  as  they  pass, 
And  ev'ry  gently  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wond'rous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  pow'r, 

3  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus  ;  his  dear  name  alone 

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MORNING 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

4  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

2QJL  HYMN.    L.  M. 

^*  Evening  Song. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ! 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
My  soul,  this  night,  at  peace  may  be, 

3  O  may  my  faith  on  thee  repose  ; 
May  gentle  sleep  mine  eyelids  close, 
That  shall   my  frame   more  vig'rous 

make, 
To  6erve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

4  Lord,  let  my  soul  for  ever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care ; 

'Tis  heav'n  on  earth,  'tis  heav'n  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 
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AND  EVENING. 

6>Q5L  HYMN.  C.  M. 

s4&Cy*J         Evening  Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  INDULGENT  Father,  by  whose  care, 

I've  pass'd  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share  ; 
0,  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  that  I  may  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
i         And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And,  ev'ry  hour,  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes, 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heav'n  and  glory  rise, 
To  see  thy  smiling  face. 

Q.HH  HYMN.    7s 

*&  Cj?  xj?     Evening  Communion  with  God. 

1  NOW,  from  labour  and  from  care, 
Twilight  shades  have  set  me  free; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  pray'r, 
Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee. 
O,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 
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MORNING 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo, 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Nought  can  charm  me  here  below, 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice. 
Lord,  forgive  ;  thy  grace  restore, 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 
For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  pow'r, 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise  ; 

0,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 

fe>Q^  HYMN.     C.  M. 

^&  (3  9       Evening  Thanks  and  Confession. 

1  PERPETUAL  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But  oh,  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ? 

2  What  have  I  done  for  him,  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll  ? 

3  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine? 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee ; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  bv  thee. 
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AND  EVENING. 

4  Sprinkl'd  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

6>&ft  HYMN.    7s. 

B&CJCJ     Evening  Contemplation. 

1  SOFTLY  now,  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Soon  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

^)DQ  HYMN.     8s  and  4s. 

•4P  c3  *Jr  Morning  and  Evening  Worship. 

1  GOD  of  evening  and  of  morning, 
Great  source  of  all ! 
While  our  hearts  with  love  are  burn- 
ing, 
Prostrate  we  fall : 
Now,  thy  sacred  throne  addressing, 
And  our  follies  all  confessing, 
We  entreat  a  Father's  blessing  ; 
Lord,  hear  our  call. 
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THE  YEAR. 

Thou  that  rulest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night : 
May  thine  angel  guards  defend  us  ; 
Slumber  sweet  thy  mercy  send  us ; 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  live-long  night. 

Object  of  our  souls'  devotion, 

Thee  we  adore  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  sweet  emotion. 

This  sacred  hour : 
Jesus,  Master,  thou  art  worthy ; 
All  the  heav'nly  host  adore  thee ; 
Saints  shall  cast   their   crowns  before 
thee, 

Now  and  evermore. 


THE    YEAR. 

0£!*ffe  HYMN.    5s  and  lis. 

Jd*3\9  A  New  Year. 

1       COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 

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THE  YEAR. 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still,  till  the  Master 
appear. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream 
Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive   moment  refuses  to 

stay. 

3  The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ; 
The  millennial  year 

Hushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's 
here. 

4  0  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  I've  fought  my  way  through, 
I've  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give 
me  to  do !" 

5  0  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  good  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 
throne"  ! 


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THE  YEAR. 

$>Cfe-g  HYMN.     C.  M. 

^^1  Close  of  the  Year. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and    raise    youi 

eyes, 
And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love, 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course; 

Ye  mortal  pow'rs,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 

f»0^  HYMN.    S.  M.  D. 

Jd^yJei  The  Spring. 

1     SWEET  is  the  time  of  spring, 
When  nature's  charms  appear ; 

The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing> 
And  hail  the  op'ning  year : 

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THE  YEAR. 

But  sweeter  far  the  spring 
Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
:  When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King 
Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

•  2     Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 

When  light  just  streaks  the  sky; 

When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 
And  morning's  beams  are  nigh : 
But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 
Of  piety  in  youth  ; 

When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn 
Before  the  light  of  truth. 

3     Sweet  is  the  early  dew, 

Which  gilds  the  mountain's  tops, 

And  decks  each  plant  and  flow'r  we  view, 
With  pearly  glitt'ring  drops  : 
But  sweeter  far  the  scene 
On  Zion's  holy  hill ; 

When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen 
Its  freshness  to  distil. 


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DEATH. 

OQQ  HYMN.    8s  and  7s. 

.aho'^lP  Mourners  comforted. 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  lan- 

guish, 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  an- 
guish, 

Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening 
shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There  no  fear  of  wo,  intruding, 
Is   o'er 
gloom. 

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DIlATH. 

5  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Far  remov'd  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

CECfc/1  HYMN.    L.  M. 

gfcd  £?  ^S:     Death  and  Burial  of  Saints. 

1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trusty 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 
Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept — God's  dying  Son 
Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  bless'd 

the  bed ! 
Rest  here,  blest  saint, — till  from  his 

throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the 

shade. 

4  Break   from   his   throne,   illustrious 

morn ! 
Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sovereign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 
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DEATH.       f 

£>Q  P*  HYMN.    L.  M. 

&*J*$         Death  of  the  Righteous. 

1  HOW  bless'd  the  righteous  when  he 

dies, 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eye, 
How   gently   heaves   th'    expiring 

breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfetter'd  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 
Where   lights    and   shades    alternate 

dwell ; 

How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  ap- 
pears, 

Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell. 

£>Q£t  HYMN.    C.  M. 

s&  *Jf\9  Dying  in  the  Lord. 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n 
proclaims, 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
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DEATH. 

Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 

And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 
1  2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  bless'd  ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  suff  rings,  and  from  sins  releas'd, 

And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 
3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 

End  in  a  large  reward. 


!->v 


$2Q)  *y  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

&<tJ?  &  The  departing  Saint. 

1   HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  clays  below  : 

,.      Go,  by  angel  guards  attended, 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus,  go  ! 

.2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

(         Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

,         Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  thro'  thy  latest  passion 

I         To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast) 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 

j  ° 

4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee. 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 

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DEATH. 

Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory  ; 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign- 

<2Q£|  HYMN.     7s  and  4s. 

j£n  *y  C?  Support  in  Death. 

1  WHEN  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way ; 

'Break  the  shadows, 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 

2  Upward  from  this  dying  state, 
Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire  ; 
Open  thou  the  crystal  gate, 
To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre ; 

Then  triumphant 
I  will  join  th'  immortal  choir 

<TgC&Q  HYMN.    C.  M. 

Jsa  9Jf  fur  Mourning  with  Hope. 

1  THAT  once  lov'd  form  now  cold  and 

dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps,  her  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time  ; 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 

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DEATH. 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy 
tears, 
Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

<L»f}f)  HYMN.    C.  M. 

^^\y\y        u  rp/ie  weary  are  ai  rest." 

1  HOW  still  and  peaceful  is  the  grave, 

Where,  life's  vain  tumults  past, 
Th'  appointed  house,  by  heav'n's  de- 
cree, 
Receives  us  all  at  last. 

2  The  wicked   there   from   troubling 

cease, 
Their  passions  rage  no  more  ; 
i     And  there  the  weary  pilgrim  rests 
From  all  the  toils  he  bore. 

3  All,  levelled  by  the  hand  of  death, 

Lie  sleeping  in  the  tomb, 
Till  God,  in  judgment,  call  them  forth 
To  meet  their  final  doom. 


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DEATH. 

5$n  "I  HYMN.     12s  and  lis. 

€P\y  M.  A  Funeral  Hymn. 

1  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we 

will  not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and   darkness  en- 
compass the  tomb  ; 
The  Saviour   has  pass'd    through   its 

portals  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 

through  the  gloom. 
Thou  art   gone  to  the  grave — we  no 

longer  behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the    rough   paths  of  the 

world  by  thy  side  ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread 

to  enfold  thee, 
And    sinners  may  hope,  since   the 

Saviour  hath  died. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the   grave — and  its 

mansion  forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt 
linger'd  long ; 
But  the    sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd 
bright  on  thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 

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DEATH. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we 
will  not  deplore  thee, 
Since    God   was    thy  ransom,    thy 
guardian,  thy  guide  ; 
He  gave  thee,  he   took  thee,   and  he 
will  restore  thee, 
And  death  hath  no   sting  since  the 
Saviour  hath  died. 

QAO  HYMN.     8s  and  7s. 

&\J*d     The  Spirit  of  a  dying  Christian. 

1  PARTING  soul !  the  flood  awaits  thee, 

And  the  billows  round  thee  roar  ; 
Yet  rejoice  !  the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 

2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 

There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 

There  the  just  in  shining  raiment, 

Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 

3  Linger  not ;  the  stream  is  narrow, 
Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise  ; 

He  who  pass'd  the  flood  before  thee, 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 


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ETEHNITY. 

^l"bQ  HYMN.     12s  and  5s. 

*3\?±&  «  The  Harvest  is  past." 

1  WHEN  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the 

summer  is  gone, 
And  sermons  and  pray'rs  shall  be 
o'er; 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the 
sweet  Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more  ; 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  long- 
er shall  blow, 
The  gospel  no  message  declare ; 
Sinner,  how  can'st  thou  bear  the  deep 
wailings  of  wo  ? 
Sow  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ? 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  re- 

gions of  peace, 
To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above, 
When  their  harmony  wakes,  in  the 
fulness  of  bliss, 
Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love ; 
Say,  0  sinner,  who  livest  at  rest,  and 
secure, 
Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
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ETERNITY. 

Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow 
endure, 
Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom  ? 

QO  %         HYMN.    7s,  6s  and  8s. 
*3\}^c        The  Sinner's  Prospect. 

1  DARK  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee, 

Black  clouds  are  gathering  fast : 
In  awful  pow'r  thy  God  has  come, 
Thy  days  of  mirth  are  past. 

2  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee, 

Red  flames  are  bursting  round  ; 
Bright  lightnings  flash,  loud  thunders 
roar, 
How  shakes  the  trembling  ground* 

3  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee, 

Behold  the  Judge  appears : 
Unnumber'd  millions  throng  around, 
Rais'd  from  the  dust  of  years. 

4  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee, 

0,  come  and  hear  thy  doom ; 
Destruction  opens  wide  for  thee? 
Thy  chosen,  final  home. 

5  Yet  stay — the  vision  lingers  ; 

Why  sinner,  wilt  thou  die  ? 

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ETERNITY. 

Dark  brood  the  heav'ns — but  mercy 
waits ; 
This  hour  to  Jesus  fly  ! 

3|^hR  HYMN.     S.  M. 

\y^P        «  The  second  death:' 

1  THERE  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

2  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 

Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

*$^l£t  HYMN.    S.  M. 

fL9XP\9  The  last  Account. 

1  I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  awful  Judge  appear  ! 

Prepar'd  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 
The  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 
In  hell  for  ever  burns ; 

And,  from  that  hopeless  world  of  wo, 
No  fugitive  returns. 

3  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 
The  summer  soon  be  o'er ; 

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JUDGMENT. 


0  sinner,  then  your  injur' d  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 


JUDGMENT. 

DAW        HYMN.    8s,  7s  and  4s. 

1l9\F  §       Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  LO,  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain, 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah ; 
Jesus  shall  for  ever  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n,  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away. 
m  265 


JUDGMENT. 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected, 
See,  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 

Hallelujah ; 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

**^fe©  HYMN.    C.  M. 

O W  t5  God  the  awful  Judge. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hosts 

And  thou,  0  earth,  adore ; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  thein 
coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  Think,  0  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea 
And  send  his  wrath  abroad. 

3  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do 

He  once  defied  the  Lord ; 
But  he  shall  dread  the  thund'rer  now 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 

4  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll, 

To  blast  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul. 
In  one  eternal  storm. 
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JUDGMENT. 

OftQ  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*3\P*y Everlasting  Absence  of  God  intolerable:, 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste — ■ 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  sound,  depart ! 
=  3  Oh!  wretched  state  of  deep  despair  ; 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station,  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 
) 
*\  "fl  O  HYMN.    8s,  7s  and  4s. 

0  JL  \J  The  Judgment  Trumpet. 

1  HARK!  the  judgment-trumpet  sound- 

ing* 
Rends  the   skies    and   shakes  the 
poles  ; 
Lo !  the  day,  with  wrath  abounding^ 
Breaks  upon  astonish'd  souls : 
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JUDGMENT. 

Ev'ry  creature 
Now  the  awful  Judge  beholds. 

2  Jesus,  Captain  of  salvation, 

Leads  his  armies  down  the  skies ; 
Ev'ry  kindred,  tribe  and  nation, 
From  the  sleep  of  death,  arise : 

Heav'n's  loud  summons 
Fills  the  world  with  dread  surprise 

3  Zion's  King,  his  throne  ascending, 

Calls  his  saints  before  his  face  ; 
Crowns,  with  glory  never  ending, 
All  the  children  of  his  grace  : 

Heav'n  shall  echo  ; 
Songs  of  triumph  fill  the  place. 

4  Look  beneath,  where  hell  is  burning  ! 

There  the  sons  of  darkness  lie ; 
-  Hope  to  black  despair  is  turning  ; 
There  the  worm  shall  never  die : 

Careless  sinner, 
Oh,  to  Jesus  quickly  fly. 

*>-g  |  HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 

^t9  JBL  M-  Saints  and  Sinners  judged. 

1  DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round : 
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JUDGMENT. 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ; 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  l  this  God  is  mine  : 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine, 

3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  pow'rs  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

|||n  HYMN.     7s. 

tJr  JL  ^d  Christ  coming  to  save  his  People. 

1  HARK,  that  shout  of  rapt'rous  joy, 
Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  ! 
Jesus  comes — and,  through  the  sky, 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

2  Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 
Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice ; 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

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HEAVEN. 

3  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view  ; 
Heav^  and  earth  before  him  fly  ; 
Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you — 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go  and  dwell  with  him  above, 
Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest ; 
Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 
Ever  blessir.g,  ever  blest. 

HEAVEN. 

O-j  O  HYMN.     S.  M. 

0  JL  O  Rest  in  Heaven. 

1  OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul ! 

'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  search  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years— 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 
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HEAVEN. 

*1  H  A.  HYMN.     C.  M. 

&  JL  ^™:         Heaven  anticipated. 

1  COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 

heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue, 
And  let  the  joys  of  heav'n  impart 
Their  influ'nce  to  our  song. 

2  Then  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss 

The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar, 
And  all  the  charms  of  Paradise 
Our  raptur'd  thoughts  explore. 

3  There  shall  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 
And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

4  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  heav'nly  choir. 

Q|t  HYMN.     C.  M.  D. 

fc*  JL  *-P     The  Peace  and  Repose  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  hallow'd  peace 
For  those  with  cares  opprest, 
Where  sighs  and  sorrowing  tears  shall 
cease, 
And  all  be  hush'd  to  rest : 
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HEAVEN. 

'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears 
And  doubts  which  here  annoy  ; 

Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 
Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

2  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more  ; 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 

On  that  celestial  shore : 
There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
There  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

*^  "I  tf£  HYMN.    C.  M.  D. 

0  JL  %3  The  heavenly  City. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ; 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 
When  shall  these  eves  thy  heav'n-built 
walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  with  shining  gold. 

2  0,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend  ? 

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HEAVEN. 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  sabbaths  never  end. 
Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  wo. 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view 

In  realms  of  endless  day* 

3  Redeemed  saints  and  angels,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below, 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
There  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Q-fl  mr  HYMN.    L.  M. 

«LP  JL    &       The  Worship  of  Heaven. 

1  0  FOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The    blissful    realms,   where  Jesus 

reigns. 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 

And  with  delightful  worship  own 
His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heav'n, 
their  all. 

m#  273 


HEAVEN. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies    of    the 
skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 
To    boundless    rapture,  while    they 

gaze; 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  foil  Vers  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heav'nly  choir ; 
0  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  seal 
Our  int'rest  in  that  blissful  place  ; 
Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

^  "I  &  HYMN.     8s  and  6s. 

*f3  Jfi_  C5      Tlie  everlasting  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  HEAV'N  is  the  land  where  troubles 

cease, 

Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er  ; 

The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more  ; 

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HEAVEN. 

And  not  the  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 
■'2  Heav'n  is  the  place  where  Jesus  lives, 
To  plead  his  dying  blood ; 
While,  to  his  pray' is,  his  Father  gives 
,  An  unknown  multitude, 

;j     Whose  harps -and  tongues,  through 

endless  days, 
5     Shall  crown  his  head    with  songs  of 

praise. 
3  Heav'n  is  the  dwelling  place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love, 
Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die, 

And  ransom'd  souls  above 
Enjoy,  before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 

3-g  Q  HYMN.    7s. 

-H  «^      The  Songs  and  Bliss  of  Heaven. 

1  HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints  above  ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below. 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
-Tort'ring  pain,  and  heavy  wo. 
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HEAVEN. 

2  Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark  !   their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love. 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 
Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find ; 
Lull'd  to  rest,  the  aching  head, 
Sooth'd,  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 
Calm  and  undisturb'd  repose  ; 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows. 
Every  tear  is  wip'd  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 
Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

OOA  HYMN.     S.  P.  M. 

Q&  Jm\y         T/ie  Perpetuity  of  Heaven. 

1  BEYOND  the  flight  of  time, 
Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath  ; 
Nor  life's  affections,  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upwards  and  expire. 

2  There  is  a  world  above, 
Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 

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HEAVEN. 

A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Form-d  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere, 
3     Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  pass'd  away  : 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  : 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in   heav'n's  own 
light. 

OOI  HYMN.    8s. 

yJv&lM.      Shi  deplored,  and  Heaven  desired. 

1  THE  clouds  of  affliction  and  pain 
Have  shrouded  in  mourning  the  sky  ; 
Thick  darkness  conceals  all  the  plain, 
And  tempests  are  hurrying  by  : 

My  Saviour !  my  Saviour !  my  God  ! 
Why  dost  thou  my  spirit  forsake  ? 
0,  when  shall  I  see  thine  abode  ; 
0,  when  in  thy  likeness  awake  ? 

2  The  winds  of  temptation  arise, 

And  howl  o'er  my  pathway  of  night ; 
The  clouds  never  move  from  the  skies 
To  show  the  returning  of  light ; 
Mid  tempests  of  sorrow  I  mourn, 
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HEAVEN. 

My  heart  with  its  anguish  will  break, 

When  shall  I  to  gladness  return  ; 

0,  when  in  thy  likeness  awake  ? 

3  My  Saviour  !  my  Saviour  !  I  wait, 

I  wait  till  thy  glory  arise  ; 

I  watch  at  thy  merciful  gate, 

Till  light  bursts  again  from  the  skies  ; 

Then  peace  shall  return  to  my  breast, 

My  soul  of  thy  goodness   shall  speak, 

And  calmly  my  spirit  shall  rest, 

Till  I  in  thy  likeness  awake. 

Q>6>6>  HYMN.    C.  M. 

*3  /& &     The  cheering  Prospect  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never- with' ring  ilow'rs  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet    fields,  beyond  the   swelling 

flood, 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 
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i 


HEAVEN. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink? 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er — 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

*T^gO  HYMN.     8s  and  6s. 

^■^^  Divine  Contemplation. 

1  HOW  blest  the  minds  which  daily  rise 
To  worlds  unseen  beyond  the  skies, 

And  lose  this  vale  of  tears  ! 
On  heav'n-taught  pinions  while  they 

soar, 
And  joys  unknown  to  sense  explore, 
How  low  the  cares  of  mortal  life, 

How  mean  its  bliss  appears  ! 

2  0  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  bear  my  thoughts  and  hopes  above 
These  little  scenes  of  care  ! 
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HEAVEN. 

Above  those  gloomy  mists  which  rise, 
And  pain  my  heart,  and  cloud  mine 

eyes  ; 
To  see  the  dawn  of  heav'nly  day, 
And  breathe  celestial  air. 
3  Ten    thousand    times   ten    thousand 
tongues 
There  join  in  rapture-breathing  songs, 

And  tune  the  golden  lyre 
vTo  Jesus  their  exalted  Lord ; 
Dear  name  !  how  lov'd,  and  how  ador'd! 
His  charms  awake  the  heav'nly  strain, 
iVnd  ev'ry  note  inspire. 

Q^Zzfl.  HYMN.     8s  and  6s.       . 

QjJm^k:  •'«  The  things  which  are  not  seen  are  eter> 
nal." 

1  OH !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 

Like  evening  lights  away, 
For  hopes,  that,  like  the  stars  decay'd, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  giv'n  ; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 

Amid  the  bow'rs  of  heav'n. 

2  Oh !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonelv  grave, 
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HEAVEN. 

[     As  breezes  sweep  the  wither'd  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart 

And  mournful  days  be  giv'n, 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 

When  friends  rejoin  in  heav'n. 

3«R  HYMN.     lis. 

j&aisjp        Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  "I  WOULD  not  live  always  :"  I  ask 

not  to  stay, 
Where  storm   after   storm  rises  dark 

o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on 

us  here, 
Are  follow'd  by  gloom,  or  beclouded 

with  fear. 

2  u  I  would  not  live  always" — no,bless'd 

is  the  tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  has  died,  I  will  welcome 

its  gloom  ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid 

me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph   descending 

the  skies. 

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HEAVEN. 

3  "  I  would  not  live  always" — remote 

from  my  God ; 
An    exile    from  heaven,  that  blissful 

abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains — 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally 

reigns. 

4  There,  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transport- 
ed to  greet ; 

While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 
roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast 
of  the  soul. 

OOf>  HYMN.     8s  and  6s. 

$9^ai\P     The  peace  and  Rest  of  Heaven. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  giv'n  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wounded  breast — 

'Tis  found  above — in  heav'n. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driv'n, 

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DISMISSIONS. 

When   toss'd   on   life's    tempestuous 

shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear  but  heav'n. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  giv'n  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heav'n  ! 

4  There,    fragrant    flow'rs    immortal, 

bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  giv'n  : 
There,    rays    divine     disperse    the 

gloom  ; — 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heav'n  ! 

DISMISSIONS,  &c. 

0{>*y  HYMN.     8s,  7s  and  4s. 

^3^  9      Prayer  for  a  farting  Blessing. 

1   LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
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DISMISSIONS 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

0,  refresh  us, 
Trav'ling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay  ; 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

Q^Q  HYMN.    C.  M.  D. 

«L>jaC>  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 
Who  saves,  by  his  redeeming  word 

And  new  creating  breath  ; 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
284 


AND  ASCRIPTIONS. 

I   *S>OCh        HYMN.     8s,  3s   and  6s. 

[  *jpJ&i<u'  Perpetual  Praise. 

I  1  BLESS  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  adore  him. 
As  ye  stand, 
By  his  command, 
Day  and  night  before  him. 

I  2  Lift  your  hands,  his  glory  viewing, 
In  his  house,  . 
Pay  your  vows, 
Songs  of  praise  renewing. 

3**fk         HYMN.     4s,  3s  and  7s. 
£&\P       Christ  our  Lord  and  King, 

[1  ENDLESS  praises 

To  our  Lord, 
Ever  be  his  name  ador'd. 

Angels,  Crown  him, 
Crown  the  Lamb  ; 
He  is  worthy — praise  his  name* 

Saints,  adore  him, 
For  his  grace 
To  our  guilty  fallen  race. 

Saints  and  angels, 
Join  to  sing 
Praises  to  our  Lord  and  King< 

285 


DOXOLOGIES. 

J  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  son, 
Your  grateful  voices  raise  ; 

And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Ascribe  immortal  praise. 

3  S.M. 

Ye  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

^_  8s  and  7s. 

Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  power, 
To  the  Lamb  be  ever  paid ; 

Let  new  blessings  ev'ry  hour 
Rest  on  his  adored  head. 

286 


D0X0L0GIE8. 

5  H.M. 

To  Go  d  the  Father's  throne  5 
Your  highest  honours  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  : 
With  all  our  pow'r?, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 

6 

Glory  to  the  Father's  name  ; 
Messiah's  excellence  proclaim  ; 
Sing  the  blessed  Spirit's  praise; 
Angels,  swell  the  notes  we  raise. 

Y  85,  7s  and  4s. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 
9         Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah  three  in  one. 

287 


The  Compiler  of  the  foregoing  work 
is  happy  to  acknowledge  his  indebted- 
ness to  several  of  his  lay  friends  for  their 
aid  in  correcting  and  arranging  a  num- 
ber of  the  hymns  in  this  collection. 
Among  these,  a  more  particular  acknowl- 
edgment is  due  to  a  member  of  his  own 
Session,  and  to  Mr.  Thomas  Hastings, 
one  of  the  authors  of  the  Spiritual  Songs. 
To  the  latter  gentleman  he  is  indebted 
for  several  original  hymns,  and  for 
permission  to  insert  a  number  of  others 
from  the  above  named  book. 


INDEX. 

-^^^ 

A 

Authors.  Hymn, 

Ah,  wretched,  vile,     Mrs.  Steele  120 

Alas,  and  did                         Watts  38 

Alas,  what  hourly        Mrs.  Steele  105 

All  hail  the  power    Duncan,  alt'd  214 

Almighty  Father          Mrs.  Steele  149 

Amazing  grace,  how          Newton  109 

And  can  my  heart        Mrs.  Steele  104 

And  will  the  Lord       Mrs.  Steele  34 

Angels,  assist  to  sing              Gems  133 

Arise,  my  soul                       Watts  79 

Arm  of  the       Burder's  Coll.  alt'd  256 

Author  of  good,  to  thee     Merrick  227 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's     Ockum,  alt'd  51 

Awake,  my  drowsy  soul  282 

Awake,  our  souls                   Watts  81 

Awake,  ye  saints           Doddridge  291 

B 

Begin,  my  soul                    Ogilvie  130 

Behold  a  stranger       Vill.  H.    alt'd  35 

Behold  the  glories                 Watts  182 

n  289 


INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn. 

Behold  the  grace  appears  Watts 
Behold  the  Saviour  Pratt's  Coll. 
Beyond  the  flight  Gems,  alt'd 

Bleeding  hearts,  defil'd 
Blessed  are  the  sons     Humphreys 
Bless  the  Lord,  ye  saints 
Blest  morning,  whose  first    Watts 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet         Toplady 
Boundless  glory 
Brightness  of  glory 

C 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  Collyer 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  Cennick 
Christ,  whose  glory  Wesley 

Come  ev'ry  pious 
Come  gracious  Spirit  Brown 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Binder's  Coll. 
Come  hither,  all  Watts 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Hart 
Come  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Watts 
Come  let  us  anew  Har.  Sacra 

Come  let  us  draw  Sp.  Songs 

Come  let  us  join  Watts 

Come,  Lord  and  warm  Mrs.  Steele 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit    Newton 

290 


INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn, 

Come,  0  niy  soul            Blacklock  137 

.Come,  shout  aloud  141 

jCome,  thou  almighty  Madan's  Coll  132 

Come,  thou  desire       Mrs.  Steele  178 

Come,  thou  fount             Robinson  72 

Come  to  Calv'ry's  24 

Come,  trembling     E.  Jones,  altM  21 

Come,  weary  souls       Mrs.  Steele  18 

■Come  ye  sinners             Hart,  alt'd  33 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  Watts  78 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Mrs.  Steele  177 

Conscious  of  my  ruin 'd     Hastings  14 

Convinc'd  of  sin     Spiritual  Songs  12 

D 

t)ark  brood  the  heavens  304 

pay  of  judgment                 Newton  311 

'Daughter  of  Zion,  Fitzgerald's  Coll  248 

Daughter  of  Zion,       Montgomery  253 

pear  refuge  of  my        Mrs.  Steele  103 

Dearest  of  all  the  names       Watts  162 

Dear  Saviour,  when     Mrs.  Steele  39 

t)elay  not,  delay  not       Sp.  Songs  5 

descend  from  heav'n             Watts  220 


Endless  praises  330 

291 


F 

Authors.  Hymn, 
Far  from  the  world  Cowper     107 

Far  from  thy  fold  Tatlock 

Father  how  wide  Watts 

Father  of  mercies,  God  Raffles 
Father  of  mercies,  in  Mrs.  Steele 
Faith  adds  new  charms  Turner 
Father  whate'er  of  Mrs.  Steele 
Forgive  us  Lord,  to  thee 
From  ev'ry  earthly  Gems 

From  all  who  dwell  Watts 

From  Greenland's  icy  Heber 

From  the  dark  Mrs.  Steele 

From  the  cross  uplifted       Hawes 

O 

Gently  Lord,  0  gently  Hastings 
Glory  to  God  on  Reed's  Coll. 

Glory  to  thee  Kenn. 

Glorious  things  of  Drummond 

God  of  evening  Sp.  Songs 

Grace  'tis  a  charming  Doddridge 
Gracious  Spirit  Stocker 

Great  God,  to  thee  Vill.  H.  alt'd 
Great  God  to  thee  Mrs.  Steele 
Guide  me,  0  thou  Oliver 

292 


INDEX. 

H 

Authors.  Hymn. 

'Hail  sacred  truth             Ev.  Mag.  277 

kHail  sovereign  love    Brewer,  alt'd  172 

JHail  thou  ever        Win  grove,  alt'd  195 

^Hail  thou  long        Episcopal  Coll.  154 

;Hail  to  the                   Montgomery  250 

llHappy  soul,  thy             C.  Wesley  297 

.Happy  the  heart                     Watts  86 

^Hark,  from  yonder       Gems,  alt'd.  209 

jHark,  hark,  the            Reed's  Coll.  157 

-Hark,  ten  thousand                 Kelly  188 

park,  that  shout                     Kelly  312 

<Hark,  the  glad               Doddridge  158 

JHark,  the  herald      Rippon's  Coll.  155 

"Hark,  the  herald  angels  210 

Hark,  the  judgment                     B.  310 

Haste,  O  sinner        Episcopal  Coll  4 

^Haste  thee,  sinner           Sp.  Songs  11 

iHear,  gracious  God      Mrs.  Steele  127 

cHear,  O  my  God          Mrs.  Steele  101 

;Hear,  0  sinner                         Reed  8 

iHe arts  of  stone         Spiritual  Songs  40 

IHear  what  the                        Watts  296 

tHeav'n  is  the  land  318 

He  dies— the  friend               Watts  208 

IHigh  in  yonder             Meth.  ColL  319 
293 


INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn. 


Ho !  ev'ry  one  that          J.  Wesley- 

22 

Holy  Ghost,  with                     Reed 

224 

How  bless'd  the      Mrs.  Barbauld 

295 

How  beauteous  are                Watts 

273 

How  blest  the              Mrs.  Steele 

323 

How  charming  is                Stennet 

268 

How  firm  a                          K.  alt'd 

108 

How  happy  are  they 

66 

How  heavy  is  the    night      Watts 

170 

How  long,  0  Lord              Dwight 

126 

Howpreeious         Winchell's  Coll. 

278 

How  still  and               Pratt's  Coll. 

300 

How  sweet  and                     Swain 

87 

How  sweet  the  melting 

281 

How  sweet  the  name         Newton 

196 

How  will  the  soul           Doddridge 

2 

I 

I  love  the  Lord           Mrs.  Steele. 

119 

I  love  thy  kingdom     Dwight  alt'd 

274 

Indulgent  Father         Vill.  Hymns 

285 

Indulgent  Sovereign      Doddridge 

254 

In  evil  long                         Newton 

60 

In  this  calm                       Hastings 

263 

In  this  world  Madan's  Coll. 

In  Zion's  sacred       Dwight,  alt'd 

294 


INDEX. 

Authors.  ] 

Elymn. 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb 

Dwight 

306 

I  send  the  joys 

Watts 

61 

I  was  a  traitor              Watts,  alt'd 

167 

I  would  not  live  always 

325 

Jerusalem,  my            Montgomery 

316 

Jesus,  I  come  to  thee 

B. 

68 

Jesus,  I  my  cross 

52 

Jesus,  I  love  thy 

Doddridge 

160 

Jesus,  incarnate  Son 

46 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look 

88 

Jesus,  lover  of 

Cowper 

102 

Jesus,  my  all,  to 

Cennick 

191 

Jesus  shall  reign 

Watts 

246 

Jesus,  we  bow 

B. 

249 

Jesus,  who  knows 

Newton 

164 

Join  all  the  glorious 

Watts 

198 

K 

Know,  my  soul,  thy 
Laden  with  guilt 

74 

Watts 

276 

Lamb  of  God               Pratt's  Coll. 

97 

Let  ev'ry  creature 

Watts 

131 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear 

Watts 

19 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons 

Watts 

237 

Light  of  those  whose  Pratt's  Coll. 

189 

Long  have  we  heard 

Watts 

270 

295 

INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn. 

Look  ye  saints                  Sp.  Songs  262 

Lord,  at  thy  feet                  Brown  50 

Lord,  dismiss  us                   Rippon  327 

Lord,  how  secure         Watts,  alt'd.  16 

Lord  of  hosts                          Turner  269 

Lord,  we  come                Hammond  225 

Lord,  when  my            Mrs.  Steele  147 

Lo  !  he  comes  in  clouds        Oliver  307 

Lo  !  the  rock          Gibbons,  alt'd.  212 

Love  divine,  all  love     Whitefield  232 

M 

Mortals,  awake,                  Medley  153 

My  former  hopes        Cowper,  alt'd  13 

My  God,  my  life                    Watts  145 

My  God,  thy  service      Doddridge  129 

My  God  the  spring                Watts  150 

My  God,  whene'er  my  152 

My  Maker  and  my       Mrs.  Steele  148 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard     Heath  125 

N 

Not  all  the  blood                   Watts  199 

Now  begin  the             Pratt's  Coll.  73 

Now  be  the  gospel    Musica  Sacra  260 

Now  for  a  tune                       Watts  203 

Now  from  labour               Hastings  286 

Now  let  my  soul       Heginbothom  181 
296 


INDEX, 

Authors.  Hymn. 

Now  let  our  voices        Doddridge  62 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble        Watts  1 94 

Now  to  the  Lord  that             Watts  187 

Now  to  thy  sacred               Dwight  266 

Now  we  hail  the  happy  235 

O 

O  bless  the  Lord                    Watts  142 

O  could  I  speak                   Medley  161 

O  for  a  shout                           Watts  259 

0  for  a  sweet                Mrs.  Steele  317 

0  for  a  thousand      Bourne's  Coll.  56 

0  for  a  closer                      Cowper  124 

0  for  a  glance                 Hart  alt'd.  106 

0  for  that  tenderness    Luth.  Coll.  90 

0  God  of  my                        Dwight  48 

0  God  of  sovereign    Vill.  Hymns  255 

Oh  could  our  thoughts  Mrs.  Steele  83 

Oh  haste  with  ev'ry            Dwight  261 

Oh  if  my  heart             Watts  alt'd.  45 

Oh  that  I  knew                     Watts  122 

Oh  weep  not                          Gems  324 

Oh  where  shall  rest    Pratt's  Coll.  313 

0  Lord  my  best         Cowper,  alt'd  128 

O  Lord  thy  work             Sp.  Songs  233 

O  my  soul                          Fawcett  91 

Once  I  thought                  Newton  100 
n*         297 


INDEX- 

Authors.  Hymn. 

On  the  mountain's  top           Kelly  239 

O  sun  of  righteousness  240 

O  thou  that  nearest      Pratt's  Coll.  218 

O  thou  whose  rnerey      Edmeston  98 

O  thou  whose  tender  Mrs.  Steele  37 

Our  Lord  is  risen                 Wesley  213 

O  what  amazing                  Medley  30 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice  Doddridge  241 

P 

Parting  soul,  the  flood  302 

People  of  the  living     Montgomery  53 

Perpetual  blessings  287 

Pilgrim  weary                   Hastings  110 

Praise  to  God           Mrs   Barbauld  139 

Praise  to  the  Lord           Doddridge  201 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus           Stennet  43 

R 

Raise  your  triumphant          Watts  202 

Rejoice,  the  Lord     JBurder's  Coll.  190 

Repent,  the  voice            Doddridge  6 

Return  O  wand'rer  Collyei,  alt'd.  32 

Return  O  wand'rer  to      S.   Songs  28 

Rise  glorious  sun             Beddome  163 

Rise  my  soul                  White  field  77 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  Toplady,  alt'd.  204 

298 


INDEX, 


s 

Salvation,  oh  the  joyful 

Authors.  Hymn, 

Watts       63 

Saviour  Prince         Har. 

Sac.  alt'd     18C 

Saviour  visit  thy 

Newton     231 

Say  dost  thou  mark 

Hastings     61 

See  from  Zion's  sacred 

Kelly     242 

Show  pity,  Lord 

Watts       4^ 

Sing,  all  ye  ransom'd 

Doddridge       6£ 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most 

Dwight     13-1 

Sing*  to  the  Lord  ye 

Watts     30$ 

Sinner  art  thou  still 

Newton         1 

Sinner  oh  why  James'  Coll.  alt'd. 
Sinner,  stop,  0  stop  Newton  alt'd. 
Sinners,  the  voice  Fawcett,  alt'd 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  Allen  alt'd. 
Softly  now  the  light  Epis  Coll. 
S  om  e  ti  m  e  s  a  1  i  gh  t  Ne  w  ton 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  Raffles 
Sovereign  of  worlds  Pratt's  Coll. 
Stand  up  my  soul  Watts 

Stay  thou  insulted  Rippon's  Coll. 
Stretch'd  on  the  bed  of  Dwight 
Sure  the  blest  Mrs.  Steele 

Sweet  is  the  time  Gems 

Sweet  peace  of  Heginbothom 

Sweet  the  moments  Robinson 

299 


INDEX. 


Sweet  was  the  time 


Authors.  Hymn. 

Newton     121 


Tell  me  Shepherd         Hill's  Coll. 
Tell  me  wand'rer  Sp.  Songs 

That  awful  day  Watts 

That  once  lov'd  form  Mrs.  Steele 
The  clouds  of  affliction 
The  God  of  mercy 
The  God  of  nature  Watts 

The  Lord  Jehovah  Watts 

The  prince  of  salvation 
The  Saviour  calls  Mrs.  Steele 
The  Saviour  oh  what  Mrs.  Steele 
The  voice  of  free  Thornby,  alt'd. 
There  is  a  death  Montgomery 
There  is  an  hour  of  Union  Coll. 
There  is  an  hour  of  hallow'd 
There  is  a  land  Watts 

There  is  a  fountain  Cowper 

There  is  a  voice  Watts 

They  have  gone  Musica  Sacra 
Thine  earthly  sabbaths  Doddridge 
Thou  art  gone  Heber 

Thou  lovely  source  Mrs.  Steele 
Thou  hear'st  Dwight,  alt'd. 

Thou  only  sovereign    Mrs.  Steele 
300 


168 
26 
309 
299 
321 
328 
143 
140 
234 

17 
175 
192 
305 
326 
315 
322 
165 

27 
245 
265 
301 
179 

10 

57 


INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn. 
Thou  that  dost  my  life  279 

Thy  mercy,  my  Whitefield,  alt'd. 
'Tis  by  the  faith  Watts 

'Tis  flnish'd  !  so  the  Stennett 

'Tis  God  who  lifts      Watts,  alt'd. 
'Tis  midnight,  and  on         Tappan 
To  God  the  only  wise   Watts  alt'd. 
To  Jesus  the  crown 
To  thee,  great  source 
To  thee  my  God  and  Saviour 
To  thee  my  God  Mrs.  Steele 

To  thee  my  King  Dwight 

To  thy  temple  Montgomery 

To  your  creator  God     Mrs.  Steele 

U 
Unbounded  loveliness   Faw.  alt'd. 
Unveil  thy  bosom  Watts 

V 
Vain  delusive  world 

W 
Watchman,  onward        Sp.  Songs. 
Watchman,  tell  us  Bowring 

Weary  of  wand'ring 
Welcome  0  Saviour  Bourn's  Coll- 
We  lift  our  hearts        Meth.  Coll. 
What  equal  honours  Watts 

301 


INDEX. 

Authors.  Hymn. 

What  sinners  value               Watts  116 

When  fainting  in          Mrs.  Steele  151 

When  gloomy  doubts  Luth.  Coll.  89 

When  God  reveal'd                Watts  58 

When  I  can  read                   Watts  76 

When  I  survey                       Watts  117 

When  sins  and  fears    Mrs.  Steele  197 

When  the  harvest  303 

When  the  vale  of  death  298 

Where  is  my  Saviour         C  Psal.  92 

While  life  prolongs             Dwight  23 

While  thee  I  seek  Miss  Williams  230 

Why  sinks  my  soul               Hastings  15 

Y 

Ye  angels  who  stand      De  Fleury  200 

Ye  glitt'ring  toys           Mrs.  Steele  171 

Ye  humble  souls          Mrs.  Steele  144 

Ye  messengers                        Voke  271 

Ye  servants  of  God  Madan's  Coll.  272 

Ye  sons  of  men                Doddridge  146 

Yes  the  Redeemer         Doddridge  211 

Ye  trembling  captives  Pratt'sColl.  251 

Ye  who  despise  9 

Ye  wretched,  hungry   Mrs.  Steele  29 


302 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


Hvmn, 

Absence  of  God,  intolerable 

309 

Adoption,  privileges  of 

ill 

Advocate,  Christ  our 

183 

Afflicted  and  ready  to  die,  I  am 

98 

Affliction,  asking  mercy  in 

49 

Alarm,  the 

1 

"  Arise,  shine,  for  thy  light  is  come" 

241 

Ascension 

213 

Bible,  the,  suited  to  our  wants  . 

275 

Bible,  the,  our  light 

278 

Born  again,  ye  must  be 

51 

Calvary 

209 

Change,  the  great 

69 

Christ,  mission  of 

176 

Christ,  asking  the  presence  of 

178 

Christ,  love  to,  desired 

179 

Christ,  gratitude  to 

181 

Christ,  our  High  Priest  and  lung 

137 

Christ,  our  King 

190 

Christ,  glory  and  grace  in 

194 

Christ  precious 

196 

Christ  our  sacrifice 

199 

Christ's  sufferings  and  glory 

203 

Christ  dying  on  the  cross 

206 

Christ  dying,  rising  and  reigning 

208 

Christ's  nativity 

153 

Christ  the  Saviour  born 

154 

Christ,  the  excellency  of 

161 

Christ  will  hear  prayer 

164 

303 

INDEX. 

Christ  the  living  fountain  165 

Christ,  love  to  167 

Christ  fulness  of  173 

Christ's  Kingdom  universal  246 

Christ's  Kingdom,  the  blessings  of  250 

Christs  presence,  prayer  for  261 

Christ  coming  to  save  his  people  312 

Christ  ascending  and  reigning  259 

Christ,  our  Lord  and  King  330 

Church,  glory  of  the  236 

City,  the  heavenly  316 

Coldness  lamented  270 

"  Come  unto  me"  18 

Come  and  welcome  25 

"  Come,  whosoever  will,  let  him"  30 

"  Come  unto  me"  174 

Comfort  to  die  guilty  and  afflicted  276 

Comforter,  the  223 

Companions,  evil,  deliverance  from  71 

Confession  and  entreaty  42 

Confiding  in  God  115 

Consolation,  asking  divine  93 

Contemplation,  divine  323 

Contrition  37 

Contrition  and  prayer  90 

Conversion,  joys  of             _  58 

Convicting  and  sanctifying  influences  216 

Coronation  214 

Creation  and  providence  147 

Cross,  pleading  by  the  97 

Cross,  subdued  by  the  60 

Crucifixion  to  the  world  117 

Darkness,  in  100 

Darkness,  turned  to  light  64 

Day  of  grace,  the  23 

Day  spring  from  on  high  169 

Death  and  burial  of  saints  294 
304 


INDEX. 


Death  of  the  righteous 

295 

Death,  support  in 
"Death,  the  second" 

298 

305 

Dedication,  self 

70 

Departing  saint,  the 

297 

"  Desire,  of  all  nations  the" 

247 

Devotion,  habitual 

230 

Divine  influence,  imploring 

152 

"Door,  behold  I  stand  at  the" 

34 

"  Door,  and  knock,  behold  I  stand  at  the" 

35 

Dying  in  the  Lord 

296 

Dying  christian,  the  spirit  of  a 

302 

Eternity 

95 

Evening  sacrifice,  an 

283 

Evening  prayer  and  praise 

285 

Evening  communion  with  God 

286 

Evening  thanks  andconfession 

287 

Evening  contemplation 

288 

Evening  song 

284 

Expostulation 

9 

Faith  our  guide 

112 

Faith,  the  power  of 

114 

"  Follow  me" 

52 

"  Forgive  us  our  sins" 

228 

Fountain,  a,  set  open 

24 

Fountain  of  life 

243 

Funeral  Hymn,  a 

301 

Gethsemane 

205 

Glories  of  redemption 

80 

God  reigneth,  thy 

239 

God,  help  in 

126 

God,  presence  of,  desiring  the 

127 

God  my  portion 

59 

God,  majesty  of 

137 

God's  government,  perfection  of 

140 

God  our  Father,  rejoicing  in 

141 

God,  the  grandeur  of 

143 

305 

INDEX. 

God  the  presence  of,  desired  145 

God,  the  power  and  goodness  of  146 

God,  my  Creator  and  Benefactor  148 

God,  thirsting  after  151 

God  reconciled  in  Christ  162 

God's  goodness  and  truth  134 

God's  love,  wonders  of  144 

God's  presence — light  in  darkness  150 

God's  love  in  Christ  175 

•'  Good  will  to  men"  156 
Gospel,  triumph  of  the                                  256    234 

Gospel,  spread  of  the  235 

Gospel  banner,  the  260 

Grace,  free  192 

Grace  the  power  of  109 

Grace,  preserving  166 

Grateful  recollections  72 

"  Harvest,  the,  is  past"  303 

Heart,  hardness  of,    lamented  106' 

Heart  inconstant,  lamented  120 

Heart,  broken  and  contrite  47 

Heathen,  the  condition  of  257 

Heaven,  desire  for  99 
Heaven,  longing  for                                       325     113 

Heaven,  the  hope  of  76 

Heaven,  the  songs  of  200 

Heaven  on  earth  269 

Heaven,  rest  in  313 

Heaven,  anticipated  314 

Heaven,  the  peace  and  repose  of  315 
Heaven,  the  worship  of                                .         317 

Heaven,  the  everlasting  bliss  of  318 

Heaven,  the  songs  and  bliss  of  319 

Heaven,  the  perpetuity  of  320 

Heaven,  the  cheering  prospect  of  322 
Heaven,  longing  for                                       113    325 

Heaven,  the  peace  and  rest  of  326 
306 


INDEX. 


Heaven,  the  way  to 

191 

Heavenly  visions  desired 

220 

Heralds  of  Christ,  the 

273 

Hiding  place,  the 

172 

Holy  Spirit,  breathing  after  the 

215 

"Holy  Spirit,  take  not  thy" 

221 

Hope  encouraged 

91 

Hope,  joyful 

74 

Hope,  the  saint's 

116 

Immanuel's  birth,  joy  at 
Invitation,  the  Saviour's 

157 

17 

Invitation  of  the  gospel 

19 

Invitation,  Christ's,  to  sinners 

20 

Invocation 

132 

"  Isles  shall  wait  for  me,  the" 

254 

"It  is  finished" 

207 

Jesus,  my   trust 

160 

Jesus,  the  name  of,  a  sweet  savour 

201 

Jesus  rising  and  reigning 

211 

Joys  departed 

121 

Joys,  parting  with  carnal 

61 

Joy,  believer's 

73 

Joy  in  believing 

84 

Jubilee 

238 

Judge,  God,  the  awful 

308 

Judgment,  preparation  for 

2 

Judgment,  Christ  coming  to 

307 

Judgment  trumpet,  the 

310 

King  of  saints 

177 

Lamb,  the  glories  of  the 

182 

"  Lamb,  worthy  the" 

184 

Lamb,  blessing  and  honour  unto  the 

,186 

Last  account,  the 

306 

Latter  day  dawning  of  the 

262 

"Life,  in  him  is" 

197 

Light  of  the  world                                       170        189 

Light,  life  and  peace,  spiritual 

217 

307 

INDEX. 


Love,  brotherly 

87 

Love,  holy 

86 

Love,  first     * 

66 

Love  to  the  saints 

53 

Love  of  Christ,  the 

167     188 

Love  divine 

232 

Mediation,  Christ's 

202 

Mercy,  the  voice  of 

8 

Mercy,  accepting 

27 

Mercy,  pleading  for 

50 

Mercy  of  God 

69 

Mercies,  spiritual  and  temporal 

142 

Message,  the  Redeemer's 
Millenium,  prayer  for  the 

158 

249 

"  Mine  eye  Mournetli" 

48 

Ministers  exhorted  and  encouraged 

271 

Ministers  love  to  the  church,  a 

274 

Mission  to  Palestine 

245 

Missionaries,  departure  of 

244 

Morning  thanks 

279 

Morning  prayer  meeting 
Morning  meditation 

281 

282 

Morning  and  evening  worship 

289 

Mourners  comforted 

293 

Mourning  with  hope 
Night,  what  of  the 

299 

242 

Pardon,  looking  to  Christ  for 

180 

Pardoning  mercy,  prayer  for 

46 

Pardon,  prayer  for 

44 

Parting  blessing  prayer  for  a 

327 

Pearl  of  great  price 

171 

Penitence 

43 

Penitence  and  hope 

39 

Pilgrim 

96 

Pilgrim,  the 

110 

Pilgrim's  guide,  God  the 

118 

Pilgrim's  song 

77 

308 

INDEX. 

Pleasure,  true  aud  false  26 

Pleasures  unseen  83 
Praise  to  the  Saviour                                         193  56 

Praise  from  all  creation  133 

Praise  from  all  creatures  130 

Praise  from  creatures  131 

Praise  in  Zion  135 

Praise  for  temporal  mercies  139 

Praise  from  saints  and  angels  185 

Praise  from  all  the  earth  258 

Praise  to  the  Trinity  328 
Praise,  perpetual                                               329  138 

Prayer  for  comfort  92 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace  124 

Prayer  for  spiritual  enjoyment  219 

Prayer  for  light  and  guidance  222 

Prayer  for  light  and  sanctification  224 

Prayer  and  praise,  social  225 

Prayer  for  Zion's  increase  231 

Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored  237 

Prayer  for  all  lands  255 

Prayer  for  spiritual  light  280 

"Precious,  he  is  195 

Promises,  precious  108 

Prophet  Priest  and  King  198 

Race,  the  christian  81 

Recollection  grateful  or  renewal  119 

Redemption  55 

Redemption  and  protection  79 

Refuge,  God  my  103 

Refuge,  Christ  the  only  57 

Rejoicing  62 

"Rejoice  in  hope"  85 
Rejoicing  in  God                                               141  136 

Rejoicing  in  Jesus  73 

Religion,  supports  of  89 
Repentance  at  the  cross                                    40  45 
309 


INDEX. 


Repentance,  exhortation  to 

6 

Request,  the 

229 

Resolve,  the 

21 

''Rest,  the  weary  are  at" 

300 

Resurrection  and  ascension, 

Christ's 

212 

Resurrection,  Christ's 

210 

Retirement 

107 

Revelation  welcomed 

277 

Revival,  prayer  for 

233 

Rock  of  ages,  the 

204 

"Room,  and  yet  there  is" 

29 

Sabbath  morning,  the 

263 

Sabbath,  the  earthly  and  heavenly 

265 

Sabbath,  the  resurrection 

264 

Sabbath,  the  social  worship 

of  the 

267 

Saints  and  sinners  judged 

311 

Salvation  by  grace 
Salvation  welcomed 

75 

63 

Saviour,  praise  to  the 

198 

Seeking  God 

122    227 

Seeking  help  in  God 

123 

Servants,  God's,  exhorted 

272 

Shepherd,  the  good 

168 

Sickness  and  recovery 

129 

Sin  bewailed 

226  } 

Sin  deplored  and  heaven  desired 

321 

Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  thy 

God 

7 

Sinner,  the,  convicted  by  the  law 

16 

Sinner,  the,  disquieted 

15 

Sinner,  the,  warned 

4 

Sinners,  address  to 

3 

Sinners,  expostulation  with 

31 

Sinners,  invitation  to 

33 

Sinner's  prospect,  the 

304 

Social  worship,  the  pleasure 

of 

268 

Sodom,  the  destruction  of 

11 

Song  of  the  angels 

155 

310 

INDEX. 


"  Sun  of  Righteousness 

16; 

5  240 

"  Spirit,  and  the  bride  say 

come" 

28 

Spirit  promise  of  the 

218 

Spring,  the 

292 

Star  of  the  east 

159 

Submission 

38 

128 

Submission,  filial  - 

104 

Submission  to  afflictive  providences 

94 

Submission  to  Christ 

68 

Supplication 

41 

Support  and  sanctification 

prayed  for 

102 

"The  things  which  are  not  seen  are  eternal" 

324 

Thanks  for  providence  and 

grace 

149 

Tidings,  glad 

36 

Time,  the  accepted 

12 

To-day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice 

5 

"  Troubled,  I  was" 

101 

Trumpet  the  gospel 

251 

Turn  and  live 

32 

Union  and  love,  christian 

88 

Warfare,  the  christian 

82 

Watchfulness  and  prayer 

105 

"  Watch  and  pray" 

125 

Waters,  living 
"What  shall  I  do?" 

22 

13 

Whither  shall  I  go  ] 
Wicked,  the  end  of  the 

14 

10 

World,  renouncing  the 

54 

Worship,  public,  commencement  of 

266 

Year,  a  new 

290 

Year,  close  of  the 

291 

Zion  encouraged 

248 

Zion  returning  to 

65 

253 

Zion,  the  time  to  favour 

252 

311 


^ENEUAIi  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS, 


HYMNS. 

Alarming 1 — 1 1 

Conviction 12—16 

Inviting 17—36 

Penitential 37 — 50  \ 

Conversion    51 — 72 

Christian 73—129 

God  130—152 

Christ • 153—214 

Holy  Spirit 215—224 

Prayer 225 — 230 

Revival 231—243 

Monthly  Concert 244—262 

Sabbath 263—270 

Ministry 271—274 

Scriptures    275—278  | 

Morning  and  Evening 279 — 289 

The  Year 290—292 

Death 193—302 

Eternity 303—306 

Judgment 307—312 

Heaven 313—326 

Dismissions 327—330 

Doxologies 

312 


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